I though I felt it once. The butterflies and that feeling of yearning for the presence of another. To be held in the arms of that person and to be kissed. Soft delicate kissses grace the lips, the forehead, the cheek. Kisses are little balls of love. They are a physical display of affection. They are reassuring. I thought I felt love once. Waarm pure joyful love. Just the simple thought of him could put a smile on my lips. He would brighten ny day up. With him the chaotic thoughts didn't exist. There we're only blissful thoughts. Of the way he smelled, looked, and felt. Safe thoughts. He provided a positive of reality. A happy place among the darkness. But like time love is temporary. It eventually fades and reality sits in. He slowly becomes a mere memory, a figment of my own imagination. Something of a dream. A part of history in which you are not sure if it even ever occured due to it being shortlived. If true love exists I certainly have never felt it.
