What is love

When you love someone, you'll know. 

You'll feel it in your gut, either a spark or a flutter. 

It can be found in a second, like a blink, a jump, or a scream.

You'll take your time and notice little things, the smaller things that could remind you of them.

 They way they they look, the way they smell, or the way they talk or walk.

 You'll find yourself thinking about them constantly.

 Smiling to yourself about the maybes that might never happen.

But you find comfort in the fact that it may be possible they can come true.

You may giggle or laugh at the nothings they say or never will say to you.

Whether it be I love you, or something other.

You may want to touch them, all the time.

But maybe not, you might want to leave them be and simply admire them from a distance.

You notice you talk different, more aloof.

You look different, whether it be a dusty blush on your cheeks and nose. 

Or dark circles under your eyes from lack of sleep thinking of them.

You may talk to them or about them more often.

You may talk about the maybes and the thoughts that run through your head.

Or maybe you leave them be, out of fear they don't return the contagious emotion.

But the feeling stays there, always festoring and growing.

Love can be dangerous, it can grow to obsession.

Love can turn you mad.

But no matter how hard or long you fight it, it will come, and it will stay with you.

That may be a bad thing.

Or the growing feeling can sprout, blossom, and grow to something greater.

It's up to you to find out what.