I'm drowning

gasping for air.

My soul is on fire

because you're not there.

Loving you was heaven,

but losing you is hell.

Happiness has blonde hair and pink lips

Her body lies in the shape of an ‘S’ as she sleeps

And her eyelashes play lightly on her skin as she blinks

I had happiness once

Her words were song, sung slow and light

Rarely unaccompanied by a caramel smile

She would tilt her head slightly

Before each kiss

An invitation received like the feeling of

Slipping into a warm bath

Her eyes sparkled with youth

But still managed to glow golden with experience

Like she knew the world and was willing to tell me

All of its secrets

I lost happiness not long ago

She passed me like a breeze in the desert

I remember her less precisely now

Her hair was blonde, but did the strands covering her ears

Fall like ribbons or waver like candle flames?

Was it dark only at the crease of her part

Or did the beautiful brown spread itself lightly

From root to tip

I know it was one, but my memory has forsaken me

Along with happiness and her emerald eyes.

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What have i done

To fall in love so easily

Can get my mind off you

Thinking when will i see u again

The sooner the better

Bcs my body is shivering

I will turn out to be dead

If you dont come here

and take me in ur arms

That will make me feel

Alive again

Rising from hell and

Falling from heavenInto a cage called

Love

Love feels like you.

I always knew it was but do I take that leap?

That bittersweet leap into a pool of nakedness, vulnerable.

Love feels like you.

Warm tea sliding down your throat even though you singed your tongue. That large pill to swallow even thought you'll feel better when it kicks in. Looking in the mirror realizing your better without em.

When I was a little girl I thought love was candy hearts pushed across classroom desks, gentle kisses and letters carved into ancient trees- "S+D forever." I thought it was shy glances over held hands, sweet and silent gestures...

I was wrong.

Love is pain. To love -to really love- you must lay bare the parts of yourself that have been oh-so-carefully hidden, knowing the vulnerability will leave scars.

I cannot assure you that the pain will be worth it. Some love is not meant to be.

At the end of the day, though, I would take a shattered heart over the absence of one, for to love is to be unapologetically human. To take life by the throat and press honey-sweet kisses across its starry nights, to risk everything for the opportunity to be exceptional for a single moment... Because, darling, that's what love is. A chance to be exceptional.

It feels like

your arms and legs

wrapped around me

as we sleep

when 30 years ago

we slept

on opposite sides of the bed

unused to the presence

of another

It feels like

the warmth

that envelops me

every time you look at me

every time you say I love you

every time you leave the house

with your eyes still on me

at the door

waving

If feels like

side-splitting laughter

at our very silly jokes

the singing out of tune

You are so beautiful to me

the dancing in the kitchen

to music in our heads

voicing simultaneously

the most random thoughts

It feels like

us cleaning the house

you working in the garden

me cooking and baking

us eating and washing dishes

us reminiscing about

when our son was -

when we were -

young

It feels like

the delight that makes

my heart jump

my eyes fill

with tears of joy

and trepidation

because our little boy

now a man

shows that he knows

what love feels like.

Now that I've answered your question, I'll use the rest of my words to answer another, one that has captivated scientists, philosophers, and 90s dance music afficionados alike: what is love?

Disclaimer: I've known the undivided, passionate attention of a tall, smart, beautiful girl for a grand total of about three hours in my life. The rest of my experience with true love is second-hand. Now let me tell you the gospel truth.

I allowed Disney and the Catholic Church to define it for me as a kid, because unfortunately my parents never showed me anything that would count. They married for a clear objective: he was 40, she was 35, and they needed kids. In a moment of unguarded emotion, my dad also admitted that he liked my mom's cookies. I wish he was being metaphorical. Receiving the definition of love from Disney and church is all well and good if you're a girl, because guys will come to you. All you need as a girl is a set of standards to sort out the idiotic fuccbois and manipulative niceguys from the real men. As a guy you need to be a bit more proactive; I knew there was a problem when Jesus and Santa never answered my prayers for a girlfriend under the christmas tree, year after year. I became so demoralized by the experience that I even stopped believing in Jesus.

Without any further guidance for how to find love, I latched onto the first idea that seemed promising, and became the world's most prolific, least successful pickup artist. Pickup isn't a set of tricks so much as it is a philosophy. First and foremost, you must believe yourself to be worthy of love. Otherwise, when you compliment her hair and introduce yourself, you will feel and come across as a used-vacuum salesman. It doesn't feel good. Then she'll smile at you and say "nice to meet you!", which somehow feels even worse. I've heard that line so many times, sometimes accompanied by two taps on my shoulder. Never one or three, always two. I wish they'd spit in my face or spill their drink on me. At least then I'd know that I elicited an emotional reaction from them, and actually connected with them on some level. If you're having trouble loving yourself, then try giving yourself a reason to. What do you love in others? Attitude? Work ethic? Skill at a task? Emulate that. Always be improving. Once you do cultivate self-love, then you can work on acing the sociology test that the girl will present you with. But that's off-topic.

Here is what I believe true love to be, with input from psychologists and neuroscientists. It has three components. The loss of any one of these three will not ruin an established relationship, there just won't be any "true love" any more. Each of these components corresponds to a different chemical in the brain. Translated into english, the chemicals are:

1. Lust. You have to want to fuck. So guys, make sure your girlfriend is hot. If you aren't able to get a girlfriend that you consider attractive, then try harder. This is your happiness we're talking about. I don't even know what makes a girl want to fuck. If I did, then I probably wouldn't be on this website. I'd be out at the bars every night acquiescing more fuck buddies, business connections, and friends for life than I'd know what to do with. It probably has more to do with personality than looks; girls are weird like that.

2. Affection. You have to want to cuddle after you fuck. If Lust is when your body says "I love you.", then Affection is when your mind says it. This is Disney's conception of love; admittedly, it makes for a good subplot within a movie. You do feel affection for your partner, right? What qualities do you admire about them? Please don't say tits. A good answer would involve her objective virtues as a person. Conscientiousness, tenderness, ambition, whatever it is that you value. As an added bonus, when you do feel like it, cuddling has been shown to lower cholesterol, neuroticism, and chance of developing Alzheimers.

3. Attachment. You have to want to make her pancakes after you cuddle. Seeing each other becomes a routine, like going to the gym, except when the routine is disrupted, you get depressed. This is the mechanism that allowed our ancestors to remember who their partners were while they were not cuddling and fucking. Without attachment, there is no relationship, no monogamy, no way to effectively raise children. I've never had a girlfriend, so this is also entirely speculation.

There are three balls to juggle here, and if you drop one, your wife will secretly hate you. She will divorce you and take half of your house, your savings, and your testicles. Your kids will not respect you, and your parents will disown you. Your only friends will be lawyers, and only while you're a paying client. No pressure.

Your companion in pathetic longing,

Swag

Feels like taking action

feels like working hard

feels like jumping on a grenade

BOOM!

Love is dynamic

It can be sunny, summer evenings

Splashing in the pool and pink cotton candy

It can be forehead kisses and wild flower bouquets

Daisies Sunflowers Rainbow hearts

Love is dynamic

It can be thunderstorm and sneaking out at night

Family conflicts and hidden prejudices

It can be stolen glances and hidden notes

Forbidden, but never lost

Love is dynamic

It has many forms

The best kind is the one we cherish in our own heart.

What does love feel like?

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