Is it love if I think of you whenever someone talks about falling in love?
Is it right for a million butterflies to take over my body when I hear your voice?
Is it love if I never get bored of listening to you talk, or watching you do something that doesn' usually interest me?
Is it weird of me when I read our messages over and over? Is it stupid for me to smile like an idiot whenever your name pops up in conversation? Is that love?
Is it love if I'd change anything about myself for you? Is that weird?
Is it love if in only a matter of days, you've changed me? Is it bad that having you in my life feels like something has slotted into place in me?
When you hug me, when you brush past, when are fingers overlap, and another spark explodes inside me, is that love? When you hug me, is it bad that I never want to let go, because I just feel so happy and safe and perfect in your arms, and I feel like they fit perfectly around me? Is it right that my head fits perfectly underneath your chin when you hold me, or is that just dependant on genetics and height?
Is it love if my feelings for you aren't just phsical, if your complextion is perfect but my affection for you isn't just skin deep? What if what I feel for you is beyond something I can describe? Is that love? Or is it obsession?
Is it love that I love you so damn much?
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To No One In Particular
Non-FictionSomething to record my thoughts and feelings for whatever mood I'm in. They may be from personal experience and might just be a place for my imagination to explode.
