“If I know what love is, it is because of you.”
– Anonymous
I don’t know what love is.
But I know what it feels like.
It’s like that tingling warmth of hot coffee on cold, winter days which spreads through your body,
waking up every cell and embracing it.
Love is like those silent understanding glances and stolen moments of laughter,
which bring smile to your frowns, long after the memories have become dusty.
It’s like that unconditional joy in meeting of long-lost souls,
which threatens to burst out of your heart and consumer the whole cosmos.
Love is like that feeling of unparalleled surprise when someone hears your unspoken wishes,
and makes them come true.
It’s in the thundering of emotions at the smallest touch,
and like the lightening in the darkest of places.
Love is not like the idea of love. It is not like the teddy bears or rings or endless texts.
Love is like the gentle hand which liberates you, hugs that remind you why you must live on,
and comfortable silences that have pushed out all pretexts.
Love is like that feeling which feels a lot like love.
