How can you tell… if it's really love?
If you've never felt love before, how do you know you are in love?
How can you be sure it's not just infatuation?
Something that could fade over time?
How do you know it will last forever?
That this is who you want to spend the rest of your life with?
That they are right for you, they are the one?
Or is it just teenage hormones going crazy?
Is your mind tricking you into believing you feel something when you actually don't?
Why is it so hard for us to understand how we feel?
If we barely understand ourselves, how can somebody else?
How can they share our confusion and pain?
Our joy and sorrow?
Our love and life?
I guess it all comes down to whether you truly feel you would do anything for them.
To live, and then to to die, for them.
Never wanting to leave them.
Sticking to them, through thick and thin.
Love.
Love is something that will never end.
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@RichWithey Aww thank you! 😊 Was going through a bit of a down time, and needed to spew my thoughts I guess. It felt good to let it out. I'm glad you liked it!
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