Substitute Troll said:
Alright, that title propably made you go: "What kind of emo kid would ask this question?"
Harr harr, very funny. No, I'm not here because I'm a "lone wolf without remorse that who tears of blood" or anything. I'm just genuinly curious. People have since the age of swords and sandals described love as "butterflies in your belly" or other such nonsense used to describe what sounds like gas. Now, I'm not going to try to tell you I've never liked girls. That's clearly a lie. I've liked a lot of girls, they might not have liked me but hey, what can ya do? Dem genetics rite :/? What I've never felt, however, is some kind of "special feeling" for anyone. It's so alien to me infact, that I'm having a really hard time even imagining the emotion. Could anyone please, for the love of toast, tell me what is up with this apparently gas inducing, hallucinogenic emotion? I realize that, like any emotion, it's different to everyone. So just answer what it feels like to you.
Now I need to go do something less cuddly, because I suspect this thread has the potential to make me cringe.
captcha: "yee haw"
Let me explain it, how it felt, the one and only time I have EVER felt love.
It was like having a combination of a fever, and having as much energy or more than my body could contain, it made me feel strength beyond measure, endurance that wouldn't fade, and it made me feel like there was an unbreakable chain between me, and the one I loved, thing is, when you feel smitten for someone and they don't reiterate it cannot get like this, this was a feeling that awoke after she declared love for me.
Then as all things do, her love for me died... And it felt like my internal organs all burst at once... I HAD to drink myself into a coma to keep me from falling on a sword then and there... Then my boss called me trying to get me to come in to work... heh, needless to say I had downed 750ml of vodka within the 20mins prior to that phone call, I wasn't walking to the bus without falling into traffic, my room mate being the awesome friend he is, kept me from leaving, and called my manager to relay my state, so as to say that there was no way in hell barring a miracle of sudden sobriety, that I'd be at work.
After that I felt a hole that wouldn't be filled open in me, and no matter how many women I slept with, or courted, I never found that feeling, even a glimpse, or hint of it since, just mild interest, and maybe a bit of lust, but nothing real, it's like a state of emotional shellshock.
Trust me when I say, do not ever let love overtake you like I did, keep it chained, experience it, but keep it confined, do not let it become a driving foce in your life, instead, give it a passenger seat and keep it there.
As in all life, letting anything become that important to you, will hurt you dearly, as nothing lasts forever.
