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“I love you.”
Not just words, they mean something. It is sound behind the emotion. It’s like laughing; you put it into context, so to speak. Love is something so real, it can be unbearable. It’s your heart. Not your heart-the-organ, your heart-the-essence. When you love somebody for real, your true love, they are your soul mate. Your other half, your one and only. This is about your heart-which-is-actually-not-a-heart-but-actually-a-soul. It’s painful. So good it hurts? Does it always hurt or just when you know it’s hopeless? Is it longing? There really are not any good words to describe the feeling except Love. Desire is close but too grabby. Lust is purely surface satisfaction. Longing is the hopelessness of love. Adore is a casual love that comes with a kiss on the hand. Worship is too much like begging for love in return.

I’ll figure it out more once I experience it in full.


Just something I thought about,
xxxx L