Is This Love?
What is “love”? Is it this feeling I get when I want a person to hold me tight, a shoulder to lean on, and an arm to cry on?
My spirits lighten when I see him; they feel heavy when I don’t. When I barely touch him, my heart races; when a friend asks about my feelings and thoughts about this guy, I blush like crazy. When he walks by, my eyes follow as if they were glued to him. Every time I see him, I just want to hug him and get lost into another world, not caring about what's around me, but yet I feel afraid, afraid of him discovering my thoughts and leaving me in a distant cold and cruel atmosphere of loneliness and despair.
Am I really in love or am I just experiencing my first actual crush or could it be that despite me having so many friends that I could be just plain lonely?
So far only one dream has occurred with this very person. It starts off with us close together laughing and talking, he hugs me as he is about to leave, then I whisper how I like him. Time stood frozen as if the world was waiting for its end, he backed away, his faced stared into mine, but his thoughts were rambling through old files of past memories placing all the pieces of the puzzle together for the very first time. Without a word or a warning, he left; I became a statue starring at the doorway where he had vanished.
What is “love”? Is it this feeling I get when I want a person to hold me tight, a shoulder to lean on, and an arm to cry on?
My spirits lighten when I see him; they feel heavy when I don’t. When I barely touch him, my heart races; when a friend asks about my feelings and thoughts about this guy, I blush like crazy. When he walks by, my eyes follow as if they were glued to him. Every time I see him, I just want to hug him and get lost into another world, not caring about what's around me, but yet I feel afraid, afraid of him discovering my thoughts and leaving me in a distant cold and cruel atmosphere of loneliness and despair.
Am I really in love or am I just experiencing my first actual crush or could it be that despite me having so many friends that I could be just plain lonely?
So far only one dream has occurred with this very person. It starts off with us close together laughing and talking, he hugs me as he is about to leave, then I whisper how I like him. Time stood frozen as if the world was waiting for its end, he backed away, his faced stared into mine, but his thoughts were rambling through old files of past memories placing all the pieces of the puzzle together for the very first time. Without a word or a warning, he left; I became a statue starring at the doorway where he had vanished.
