Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing and is your voice caught within your chest??
It isn’t love, it’s like.

You can’t keep your eyes or hands off of them, am I right??
It isn’t love, it’s lust.

Are you proud, and eager to show them off??
It isn’t love, it’s luck.

Do you want them because you know they’re there??
It isn’t love, it’s loneliness.

Are you there because it’s what everyone wants??
It isn’t love, it’s loyalty.

Are you there because they kissed you, or held your hand??
It isn’t love, it’s low confidence.

Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don’t want to hurt them??
It isn’t love, it’s pity.

Do you belong to them because their sight makes your heart skip a beat??
It isn’t love, its infatuation.

Do you pardon their faults because you care about them??
It isn’t love, it’s friendship.

Do you tell them everyday they are the only one you think of??
It isn’t love, it’s a lie.

Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake??
It isn’t love, it’s charity.

Does your heart ache and break when they’re sad??
Then it’s love.

Do you cry for their pain, even when they’re strong??
Then it’s love.

Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts??
Then it’s love.

Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close and holds you there??
Then it’s love.

Do you accept their faults because they’re a part of who they are??
Then it’s love.

Would you give them your heart, your life, your death??
Then it’s love.

Now, if love is painful, and tortures us so, why do we love? Why is it all we search for in life? This pain, this agony? Why is it all we long for?

This torture, this powerful death of self? Why?

The answer is so simple because it’s LOVE. It is such an addictive thing that even people who are not having it wish to experience it and share it with others my love i really love with all my heart and i will always love u till death