When you meet someone, as if so suddenly, your heart races, you lose sense of time, and you seem to be smiling all day, everyday, just thinking of that someone — what does it mean? Is it love?
When, as if so suddenly, you feel your heart has grown wings, fluttering, flying, every time you think of him, smiling, teasing, responding to your own tentative advancing — what does it mean? Is it love?
When for one serendipitous evening, you sat together, perhaps drinking, laughing, touching, but nothing, not expressing, such powerful exploding feeling, afraid that this one thing you’ve been yearning for, you’ve been searching for, may at once be so near, yet so unsure, possibly fleeting — what does it mean? Is it love?
Is it love? Not necessarily. Is it love? Maybe. Can it be love? Will it be love?
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The heart is unfathomable, but there is one thing I’ve learned through my many attempts on love. That feelings are a good indication, a compass, to give some direction — but with one caveat. It isn’t necessarily truth. In the world of romantic love, feelings still reign king. Whosoever makes you feel most strongly usually wins your heart. Is that how it should be? Maybe. Maybe not. What I’m sure of though is this: whosoever makes you feel strongly is worthy to win your attention.
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