What Does Love Feels Like?

Sometimes, on a random day, when everything feels quiet, I catch myself thinking…

Am I ever really made for someone?

Or am I just always going to keep chasing something I can’t have?

Like maybe love is that thing that was never meant for me, no matter how close I get to it.

I ask myself, am I too much? Or maybe I’m not enough?

Too complicated, too guarded, too soft, too hard?

I don’t even say this out of sadness all the time.

But there are days I sit with this thought and wonder…

What if I was just a little easier?

What if I could just, for once, feel what it's like to be truly loved… and to love someone back just as deeply?

Would it still be this hard?

There are days when I wish I was easier. 

Easier to love. Easier to be with.

I wish I had it in me to just let someone in without overthinking, without doubting.

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so protective of my heart.

I wish I had the courage to try.. to actually run toward something or someone I want, 

without the fear of breaking or being left behind...

But a part of me still whispers, what if I had tried?

What if I had just… felt love? Truly, madly, softly?

And I don’t know if I’ll ever get an answer to that.

But still, I wonder.

What does love feel like?

I think love feels like a sunset. Always changing, never the same,

but still so beautiful every single time. 

You don’t love it because it stays the same. You love it because it doesn’t.

It surprises you. It shows you different shades of itself. 

And still... you sit there, watching, loving it with your whole heart.

I think love feels like the sky,

not always clear, not always stormy.

Some days it’s cloudy, some days it's bright blue, but you still look up.

You never get tired of it.

It’s just there, and somehow it always matters, no matter what it looks like.

Love, to me, sounds like peace. 

The kind of peace you feel when you finally reach a calm, quiet place after being in a noisy crowd for too long. 

That deep sigh that says, “I’m safe here.”

Love feels like that warmth the sun gives on a cold, windy day. That little comfort you didn’t know you needed.

Or maybe it’s like that soft breeze you get on a hot day.. nothing huge, but it makes everything better for a moment.

And maybe that’s what I crave the most.

Not grand gestures or big stories.

Just that little feeling… of knowing someone sees me, truly sees me, and stays.

That I can love someone freely. And they’ll love me back. Freely, wholly, gently.

So yeah, maybe just for once

I want to know what it feels like,

"to love" and "to be loved"...

Maybe someday.

Maybe one day.