What exactly is love? I ask myself that question a lot. Is it a strong feeling of likeness? Or perhaps it's something on a personal level? Everyone else seems to know, but me. I can't tell if my feelings for a person are love in a romantic way, or simply platonic. The lines meddle together; leaving me confused and alone with my feelings.
It isn't normal for me to feel this way. But alas, I must. For it was how I was fated to be. Alone with my feelings all meddled together. A person who doesn't know love. What such person should be allowed to exist this way? Certainly others, but I feel as if I have lost that right. All I can know about my feelings is that they are there, but I shall never know what they are.
