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Consuming.

What is it about love?

What is it about this feeling
that makes us all crave it
so desperately
inherently
relentlessly?
Is it the warmth,
the necessity
of having him beside you?
Is it the completeness
the feeling of being whole
unified
when he is around?
Or is it the validation,
the self-fulfillment
of knowing that you’ve found someone
who accepts you
so unconditionally
that every doubt
every negative thread of thought
every imperfection
becomes silly
unimportant
irrelevant?

Is it all of these things,
rolled into one strong
consuming
passionate emotion,
a feeling that grips your soul
and wrenches your heart
in a way that you’re sure
no one else has ever felt before,
because one couldn’t possibly survive this feeling
in one piece.
It’s a desire, a need
to be needed.
And it’s love.

Love is what it’s about.

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