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Friday, January 14, 2011 @ 3:27 PM

Can someone give me a detailed description of what it feels like to be in love?
It just this feeling... And the pit of your stomach doesn't cover it. It's stretches everywhere. It's overwhelming, complete, and... immeasurable, in a way. Without bound or length, or depth. Absolute. Unchanging and ever-changing simultaneously. Fiery. And yet, safe. As though someone has given you a peace. Something nothing else could have quenched. For me, it's like... One time he said he'd rather be dead than lose me. All I could think was, "without life, he wouldn't be here. And I'd still be lost. Not knowing what I was missing, but feeling what wasn't there." I have four journals filled with stories and feelings and words and passions and experiences of how much I love him. It's wanting to give them everything. It's being the last thing you think about at night, and the first thing you think about in the morning. It's that notebook kind of love. It's a sickening feeling when you see him cry, and a happy-go-lucky one when you see him smile. It's feeling as though you've won the lottery when you make him laugh, even barely chuckle. It's closing your eyes and seeing a future together, as one and as two. It's also work. Working to keep stable on the ship. It's being in the middle of an all-out scream fest, but still knowing, in the back of your mind, that tomorrow night's date is going to be breathtaking. Because a fight is only a minute pebble in the midst of your feelings. It's being able to kiss your best friend. Having butterflies and a constant elevated heartbeat with even a single graze of the hand. It's feeling completely and utterly unworthy of this kind of love. It's passion, yet comfort... an insane sort of sanity, calm yet completely unnerved... and a billion other oxymorons. And so much care. So much... you look into his eyes and you see love. You see the man you'd give your life for. It's loving someone too much to quit. And yet... it's loving someone enough to leave, if that's what they need. It's being able to break your heart for them, if they can't do it themselves. And... there is an immense difference between LOVE and IN love.

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