Dear Love,
For years now I have wondered what you mean. As a noun, you mean an intense feeling of deep affection. As a verb, you are defined as when someone feels a deep romantic or sexual attachment to someone or something. Pretty straight forward, right? Only it's not. I mean it can't. Not when some describe you as being all consuming, filling their lungs with adoration for another soul. Others compare you to a roller coaster, filled with twist, turns and exciting dips. The only problem is that eventually you need to breathe or the ride stops. I know, I know that I am way too young to be worrying about you and you're right I am, but this feeling of loneliness, this feeling of constant isolation in my own head is driving me to the brink of insanity.
