Love. A topic that makes my stomach twist up and makes me sweat. Something about being with someone, makes me nauseous, but not for the reason you think.

Years ago, my now dead cousin and his girlfriend stayed at my home. When I had asked his girlfriend what love feels like, she responded with, "love, for me, is a strong feeling that makes your knees weak and makes your heart beat fast."

Lately I've been thinking on said topic, a lot actually, and I think I found what it means.

Love affects your mental state, we are obessed with the feeling, the delusion of it causes pain and disappointment.

I believe that once love is truly sparked, that fuzzywuzzy feeling will never leave.  The thought of being with another causes a sinking feeling in your core.

The reason for this belief is simple. My heart has attached it's self. But to someone who doesn't exist, and no matter how hard I try to stop the feeling, it remains. As it has for four years, it lingers, ever so strong as the day I realized.