I know it as a feeling of both bliss and torment, of ease and struggle, as simplicity and complexity, of pleasure and pain, of enlightenment and fog...
I know it as both peace and worry, as fulfillment and longing,..
and it is as puzzling as being lost in a labyrinth for the first time or the tenth...
It is love that makes a memory pop to the surface after years and years of dormancy and cause a chill or a flutter or a lump or a tear...
It is love that makes us want to stay and love that makes us go...
It is love that makes being alone both OK and not...
It is love that makes us both patient and restless...
It is love that gives us appetite to feast or to starve...
It is love that lets us know that all is right even if it all seems wrong...
Fuck, I love you.