Love is so confusing. And sometimes it can just sweep you up off of your feet and suddenly your floating. That floating can last for years or for but a day, but it makes you feel whole.
And if it leaves, you feel like you can never be the same without it. You are usually torn apart, in a horrible condition, and ridicule yourself. And then you sit and mope in 'could-a, should-a, would-a' land. And if you even hear the voice of your love, everything can temporarly be better, except that ends very soon, very very soon.
But if it lasts, it is the most wonderful thing ever. You live on a cloud. You live on air. You feel so great. You feel like magic. A surged energy pulses through your veins, you are up all night thinking about the one you love, you are happy, you are hyper, you are YOU at your best.
But even it if lasts, we, as humanity, are suspicious of a good thing and worry and feel pain of could-be loss until a certian point.
Well, at least, that is what we think feeling love is like.
But isn't it also the total ability to be overcome by emotions, but never do anything because it may upset the other. Love is the ability to kill youself for them, to jump infront of the bus for someone. And to stay to yourself and to reserve for the other, but never be upfront. Not to sabatoge them in a relationship for yourself, but rather help them out, be there for them. And then, if, and only if, one day they want you, you would totally be theirs.
Hmm.. .That's how I feel about love. I don't know how you feel. It's quite confusing after all.
Stay rad,
Riley
