Today, love can be tangible through the ears of a roommate. Hearing the sweet whispered nothings past midnight, the conversation winding down like the curl of a sliver of incense smoke as the minutes slip by. Soon, there has not been a word said in one minute, five minutes, ten. You look up, and see that your roommate has drifted into dreamland, perhaps to say good night there. On the other end of the phone you hear a soft and static “babe? You there?” But your roommate is already in deep slumber, as heard through the even, steady breaths. The phone is balanced precariously on the side of his or her head, and you can’t help but smile at the face of love. You peel off the phone and turn off the light.