Let's pretend I'm five; young and naive enough to ask the questions that really matter.
Question One: What's love?
Where do rainbows come from?
Knowing that you can't leave these questions unanswered in fear of breaking my little heart, you too have to face these questions.
Knowing that refractions of light off water droplets won't satisfy me
You realize that love is that feeling that makes you warm and fuzzy inside and rainbows originate in a land far to complicated for either you or I to really comprehend.