Apart from an over used word?

A totally unexplainable feeling that can not be described in any way possible, but there are two things, One, When you feel it while with them it’s the best feeling in the world, nothing surpasses it. Two, when you feel it without them it makes you feel bad and yearn for their presence, but you still feel that happy feeling somewhere inside and it confuses you terribly.

Although the feeling of love is not describable some of the things that are symptoms I guess, of that feeling are things like, or include the following:

(These are in no particular order)

-A complete trust that your thoughts and feelings and other aspects (if not all aspects) of your life/self will be safe in the hands of another.
-You can’t do anything without thinking about them.
-Longing to hold them (or be held by them) and be with them.
-Wanting to be with them every second of the day.
-Without them with you feel empty inside and incomplete.
-The desire to learn (everything about the one you love) and to teach (everything about yourself.)
-Knowing that they will always be there for you no matter what happens.
-An intense devotion to him/her.
-Knowing that nothing else matters more than them.
-When you accept the other person entirely and completely.
-Knowing if you were without them you could not live.
-Love makes you look down on everyone else, because they do not feel what you feel (presumably.)
-Everything seems better when they are in your life, they make the sun a bit brighter, the birds chirp a bit louder, your heart beat a bit faster and there is a spring in your step too.
-It makes you feel like you are stuck in a dream.
-They make you get butterflies in your stomach when they look at you and they make your pulse race when they touch you.
-It’s not to be mistaken for lust.
-They can make time stop dead in its tracks when they kiss you.
-You would go to great extents for them.
-Sometimes you just want to break down in tears for no reason at all.
-Love is reciprocated.
-When they tell you they love you it makes your heart weak and your chest tighten.
-When you think about how they love you (and you can’t believe it) it almost brings a tear to your eye.
-It makes you blind.
-It makes you happier than you have ever been before.

But everyone feels love differently, in his or her own way. This is just what I feel. There is probably other things I cant remember at the moment or other things other people feel.

w h a t ` s L O V E ?

are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing? and is your voice caught within your chest?
it isn`t love, its like.

you can`t keep your eyes or hands off them, am i right?
it isn`t love, it`s lust.

are you proud and eager to show them off?
it isn`t love, its luck.

do you want them because you know they`re there?
it isn`t love, its loneliness.

are you there just cuz its what everyone wants?
it isn`t love, its loyalty.

Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don`t wanna hurt them?
it isn`t love, its pity.

are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?
it isn`t love, its charity.

are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand?
it isn`t love, its unconfident.

do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
it isn`t love, its friendship.

do you tell them everyday they are the only one you think of?
it isn`t love, its a lie.

But do you except there faults because they`re a part of who you are? Do you see their true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts? Are you attracted to others, but stay with them faithfully without regret? Would you give them your heart, your life, your death and stay because a blinding in comprehensible mix of pain and elation pulls you close and holds you? now thats LOVE...

Truly loving someone means that you care deeply about another person. You care if they screw up their lives as you want them to learn to love themselves. Love doesn't mean life is going to be perfect, it shouldn't be taken lightly, and the word shouldn't be misused, if it is used in a romantic way. There will be arguments and misunderstandings, but love will mean that you will try and get over any hurdles and issues together. True love isn't selfish and can bring people together in a way nothing else can, it is a soul connection, a commitment of the heart. Life can tear people apart but love may bring them back together again. Love should never be taken for granted, although often it is. Love is more balanced than the highs and lows that passion and frustration bring. Love will conquer all, but only if work and effort from both sides is implemented in order to not destroy love. Love can be slowly destroyed piece by piece by violence, abuse, neglect, dishonor, and disrespect. So always make sure you honor true love. Understand that it is not perfect, then you won't feel let down by love. Each time you fall, love should be there to pick you up again, but sometimes it takes effort to remember not to misuse love by taking it for granted. Love doesn't happen as often as people think, but if you have lost love, you will find it again one day, - never lose hope.

Either a horrible disease or a blessing.

verb: The act of caring and giving to someone else...having someone's best interest and wellbeing as a priority in your life. To truly L.O.V.E. is a very selfless act.

Everyday...

- I think of her in the clouds.
- I stay awake long nights seeing her in the ceiling.
- I write her name on my tests.
- I always think of her reaction may be before i decide.
- I smile when I think of her.
- I feel my pulse rise as I sense her.
- I feel complete when she talks to me...

- I stare aimlessly at you.
- I see you embrace someone other than me.
- I smile and wave back at you.
- I feel my heart shattered and torn.
- I have a huge grin when I feel like I should cry.
- I say "Everything's all right!" when you question why.
- I cry because but I don't know why...

- I think to myself, "She will never love me."
- I say to myself, "She won't love me as much as him."
- I convince myself, "She is more important than myself."
- I force myself, "She will never love me."

So I keep quiet...

All because I love you, is that a crime?

We think about it, sing about it, dream about it,lose sleep worrying about it. When we don't have it; we search for it; when we discover it; we don't know what to do with it; when we have it; we fear losing it. It is the constant source of pleasure and pain. But we can't predict which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define, impossible to live without