This feeling I have is indescribably amazing
I suspect that people assume it's now correct for me to say what I'm feeling is 'love'. But I'm hesitant.
I don't know how to define love because I don't really know what it is
It's insane- from observing it and maybe even encountering it, 'love' can give you a reason to live, but it can just as well give you a reason to die
It can make you feel like you're on top of the world, so euphoric
and at the same time, so beat down, like you want to hide away forever or until love subsides.
How can this one solitary feeling be so complicated, so vague and so questionable?
How can it not yet be made effortless to recognize and understand?
Why do some people appreciate it to no end,
and why do others throw it away like it's a meaningless insignificance?
I guess mine, along with millions upon millions of other people's queries about 'love' will never be completely answered.
Perhaps you just have to interpret your own ideas of what it is.
But for now, I'm just going to enjoy this feeling
It's too complex to define anyway