I wrote it as love even though I knew it wasn’t. I knew it was just infatuation but it felt good to call it love, because I had never been in love. I couldn’t compare and contrast since I hadn’t felt the other. They said that love was a lot stronger, but the delusion that infatuation brings is also strong, hence why a lot of people mistake it as such.
I wrote it as love because I wanted to feel in love. I wanted to think it was love even though it really wasn’t. I knew it was a fleeting feeling, here today gone tomorrow. But I guess I was craving to be in love, I wanted to love and be loved. Some days I’m not sure if I really do want to be in love or if I’m just in love with the idea of love.
I wrote it as love because I felt like I was missing out on it. Yeah sure I act like I hate romance and PDA makes me sick to my bones ( tbh it really does ) but I would be lying to myself if I said I didn’t crave it from time to time when I’m alone with my thoughts or watching a really romantic movie.
I wrote it as love because I didn’t know how love truly felt like. I’d always been curious about how it felt. They said it felt painful and sweet. They said it made people insane yet it also kept them sane, it’s confusing.
When all you can think about is him, when you keep imagining your future together with him, when you accept him as a whole, flaws and all, when it’s okay for him not to like you back, as long as he’s happy… what do you call that?
What does love feel like?
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