Introspection

What is...

What is.. Love?

It's some kind of emotion, that I know.

It gives warmth and comfort to one's heart and soul.

But what causes it? What consequences does it have? What does it do to people?

One could treat it like a person, or an animal, while others may throw it away like garbage.

The warmth it gives, hotter than fire, though less deadly than one.

The feeling it gives, unexplainable, like the universe around us, yet less complicated than that.

Even though it's easier to understand, it's harder to live with it.

One can't smile if one's not happy. You can smile, but you can't.

It isn't real..

One may love like it a person, yet feel rage build up inside.

Love, makes one protect one's love interest, though it could be any kind of relationship.

Butterflies, flying through one's stomach.

That would be rather painful.

Their wings, flapping against your stomach, tickling you whilst they do that, just like her smile, tickling your face.

Their feelers, touching you, while every touch sends shivers down your spine, while you're walking on cloud nine.

If one finger can give that much happines, what would one hand give?

All these feelings, I'd wish to relive.

Three words, which could be considered determinative.

All that love..

It's like water..

One has the power to hold a glass, heck, maybe even a bucket, of water to capture it, but for some, including people like me, it seeped through our bare hands..

We can touch it, yes.

We can feel it, yes.

We can see it, yes.

We can hear it, yes.

But can we have it? No.

It's impossible to get love in my life..

Even though I know I love her, I'm almost certain she wouldn't love me back..

No one would..

.. No one should..