Love.
Love. Whenever someone asks me to describe what love feels like, my mind always drifts to you. My curly-haired, blue-eyed boy. It’s like hot chocolate on a cold winter day surrounded with cozy blankets watching your favourite film. It feels like the sun caressing your skin as you walk barefoot in the grass. It feels like the drop you experience in your stomach at the top of a rollercoaster, then it disappears because you’re strapped in safely. It’s like roasting marshmallows on an open fire, the flickering inferno creating a glow on your smiling face.
It’s like driving down the highway, windows rolled down and music blasting, singing at the top of your lungs. It’s like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and when you bite into them, they melt in your mouth. A bright sunny day with not a cloud in sight. A delicious cup of coffee early in the morning, the birds singing and the sun peeking over the Parisian rooftops.
I could go on about what love feels like. But I won’t. To do so would constitute in a novel. I will say one thing. If in this lifetime you happen to find someone who makes you feel any of the things I’ve listed above, don’t let them go. Because how rare it is to find another who will make you feel the way the stars look; bright and luminous. We think we have time, but we don’t. Life is too short not to tell the person you love how you feel.