This universe seems to love me. It has given me some nasty things in the past, but I've become stronger. It has given me some humble things; just as I have wished for. But, I've always wondered something... does this universe really love me, or do I just love this universe? Many of my friends say, "When you love a woman, things that other people find annoying about her just make you love her more." So maybe I just love this universe a lot? Who knows.