Love, what is it like?
Is it like the feeling of waiting so patiently for a single text message? Is it the feeling of smiling crazy because someone said you’re pretty? Is it the feeling of a jumping heart, a sweaty hands, and an upset stomach? Is it like the feeling of being kissed for the first time? Is it the feeling of unknown anxiety every single time you hit the send button and wait for a response? Is it like risking everything hoping you could see that person again?
Or is it the feeling of being able to open your heart and mind without that the risk of being judged? Of just being with the person you can bare everything to without pretense? Of feeling safe and secured? Is it that commitment that transcend beyond borders? Is it sending messages knowing soon you will get a response? Is it knowing that you have so much differences but still hanging on to it? Is it submitting your ideals to the one that is far behind what is ideal?
But if either or both of these is love, then is it safe to say that love submits and settles for what may just be fleeting? Can love be both ideal and problematic? Is ideal even the perfect love you desire? Then if not, is love a sacrifice - a sacrifice of succumbing into something that is far beyond your expectations just because you are committed to it and you start settling for less than the love you thought you deserve? Or is it even love to begin with if you are confused, hesitant, and uncertain?
Sixteen months. Is it even love?
