To My Linguistic Lover，

    Everytime I meet you，it seems that my Broca's Area stops working. Please forgive my disfluency  in words，especially when your eye falls on me with tenderness. I supposed I could live like a free morpheme，isolated and detached . For me， the four letters of LOVE are merely a random collection from the alphabet. Not until I met you was the connotation of Love double-bracket-ed. You prefixed my LIFE with love and suffixed it ，responsibility . Hand in hand we move forward，re-defining the term of Soulmate and  co-writing the chapter of Growth.

Your Linguistic Better half .

XXX