If mankind were a swarm of bees, the two of us would be just two more measly bugs. Two more measly bugs, which would have fallen in love with each other’s sweet hearts. And we would no longer leave our hives to frequent the most beautiful flowers, extract their pollen and leave them forever. Instead, we would move away from our respective honeycombs to labor the heart of the other. There would be no queen bee in our relationship, but two worker bees that feed on the honey that has overflowed from the hearts we would have toiled for, which is so sweet that it would make us forget about the sweat that has contributed to its elaboration.