Hi there :)

“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.”

Perhaps I think that is the best explanation to something utterly unexplainable. I think that people often times forget that there are many types of love. There is the love I share with my sisters' a pure and unbreakable unconditional love that no matter how annoying my little buggers may be, I love them, with every single part of me.   The love we have for parents, the love that we are born with, the love we cannot describe and never had to learn, because it was always there. The love for our greater family and depending on how yours in, it may be the same love you share with your parents or it might be a subtle flicker of polite sincerity that you don't really understand. There is love we have for our friends and depending on how long you have loved them that love may not be real. But the love that we think of when we think love, that love is frightening. The rumbling feeling when you feel your heart skip a beat and the air feels so heavy when you try to breath, only because your skin touched my skin. The desperate sinking lump in your throat when you think about love in terms of reality and time. The first spark you get when you feel your mind click with another mind and you realize that now, for the first time, this is real.

I love love and I love loving and I love you.