An emotion, stronger than the purest form of love. Cannot be contemplated by those who have not felt it. Turmoil, coalesced with complete peace. The emotion is different for each who feels it -- for some beautiful, for some painful, a different word and ideals to go with it inside every mind and heart. It cannot be pinned down, it cannot be explained, it cannot be defined, and most of all -- it cannot be stopped.
Example: I adrisole you.
There's this word, and you're bound to have heard of it before. It's relatively new, and it is not in any dictionary you will care to check. This word, it was made up, but that doesn't make it any less real than other words. The reason it was made up is there is no word in the English language bombastic enough to convey the emotion that this one tries to encapsule. It's big, too big. It fills your heart up every time you think about it, and try as you might to wrap your brain around just the concept, even, you can't. You can't understand it.
But don't feel bad. Nobody really does.
Adrisole. Nice ring to it, don't you think?
It comes in varying degrees, this adrisole thing. It can make you feel light and happy, it can make your chest feel stuffed and heavy. Adrisole, you laugh and cry and catch your breath because of it. Sometimes all at once, and then you feel so drained because all those feelings rush right out of you at the same time, but you're happy. It's special and wonderful and magical, and you feel sososo fortunate that it's a part of you now.
Adrisole is about caring. Well-being, health, happiness, life, school, family, love-life. You want to know, and you pray for everything to be okay for them. You worry, maybe too much. The people you truly adrisole, all you want is for them to be happy, you believe they deserve better, and they shouldn't feel sorrow. You want to take away all their pain, as stupidly noble as it sounds. You would give up so many thi...