What love feels like to me is a leap in my chest. It feels like tension. A gentle pulling from opposite sides of my body. Like a rubber band slowly stretching and releasing, my heart beats. It feels like something I should act on, but instead must hold. Just hold inside and feel. Feel. Feel. Feel the tension. Don't do anything. Just feel. To me, love tastes like a surprise. The flavors are unfamiliar, deeply satisfying and full of delight. I slowly savor while hoping I can binge forever. Both are true. Everything is true. I want it all. What love looks like to me is madness. Like my mind has melted into an unrecognizable mush and is misfiring left and right. Rationality, order, logic- nowhere to be found. Pop! Bang! Crack! The embers look dangerous. The sparks are hot. To me, love smells like my grandma's sweater. The smell enters my body as air...
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