Love moves through me first in my heart. It pierces, it squeezes, and it spreads through my entire body. Sometimes it is heavy, almost unbearable, yet even in that weight, my heart feels alive. All of me feels alive. This love does not ask for anything. It does not plead or demand. It simply dominates me, filling every corner of my awareness and every pulse of my being.
My thoughts circle endlessly around the person I love. They flow toward their attention, their presence, their being. Even when I try to focus elsewhere, my mind returns to them. Beneath these thoughts is longing, a deep tenderness that swells inside my chest. My heart becomes soft, full, almost vulnerable in its openness. Yet alongside this tenderness sits a fear, a subtle panic that the connection might slip away, that the feeling might vanish. When that fear rises, my mind feels consumed and helpless, sometimes wanting to give up. But I cannot. Love gives me a sense of aliveness that makes surrender impossible. Even in panic, even in dread, it carries me forward.
When love flows fully through me, it humanizes me. It softens my edges, quiets my ego, and grows my patience. I show up in the world with gentle grace, responding to others with ease and tenderness. I feel relaxed around everyone. I become more easy-going, more gentle than I ever was before. The ordinary frustrations of life, the pressures and petty concerns, lose their weight. I handle them lightly, without making them about myself. I am absorbed in the fullness of this feeling, and the small difficulties of the world no longer burden me as they once did.
Love carries me into moments of pure sensory joy. It takes me to happy days from my childhood. The world feels like a warm summer night, full of light, laughter, and wonder. Every detail, the soft air, the quiet sounds, the gentle atmosphere, makes the feeling stronger. In these moments, I do not see myself as someone who must race for power, climb for status, or secure a legacy. Love brings me back to what is essential. It reminds me that I am human, that I exist to feel, to experience, to connect. My focus narrows to the present, to the beauty of this feeling. I live fully in the moment and savor it. Time slows, stretching out each breath, each heartbeat, each sensation, making it feel peaceful and profound.
My body carries the feeling of love as fully as my mind does. Sometimes my breath grows heavier, my heartbeat quickens, and words feel trapped behind the weight of the emotion. It intoxicates me like a gentle, blissful view of a perfect beach. The rush of feeling is both overwhelming and exhilarating. Even when panic appears, my responses are tempered by the innocence of the heart. I feel like a child, vulnerable, scared, longing to be held, but the fear does not diminish the joy. It is part of the depth, part of the totality of this experience.
I imagine a future with this person, a continuation of the feeling that both aches and sustains me. In these moments, the heaviness softens, leaving only the pure joy of love. My inner voice fades, leaving me absorbed in the intensity of this feeling. Even in longing, I feel complete. Love is not a craving or a need. It is a presence, a living force that carries me, softens me, and humanizes me.
At my deepest core, I know who I am. I am someone who wants to fall in love and to be associated with love. Power, legacy, and glory no longer hold meaning. Love is my essence, my center. It shapes my thoughts, my actions, and the way I connect with others. It makes me more alive, more open, more present, and fully human. It teaches me to handle difficulties lightly, to care less about petty burdens, and to live fully in the moment.
Love is intoxicating, grounding, freeing, and complete. It rises and falls, moving through longing, tenderness, fear, joy, and fullness. It quiets the noise of the world, softens my mind, and illuminates the beauty hidden in everyday life. There is no feeling more powerful in the world than this feeling. It is who I am at my core, and it is everything I wish the world could understand.
– Jestora
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