How do you know you're in love?

I get all fluffy when i see them/talk to them. ^.^

 

I give my crush lots of compliments. I work really hard to do things for her. I try to be around her whenever I can.

 

When I can imagine my self fucking them without problem. I know that sounds shallow but legit it takes me a long time before that doesn't weird me out.

 

I don't.

 

I know I love someone when it hurts to be away from them for a long time. I say this as an experienced traveller with family and friends scattered all over the place. Normally I can say goodbye to people quite easily, but not when I love them so much that being without them hurts. I also know I love someone when I feel like I can open up to them fully and completely, and also when I wish she was here so that I could do things for her as well. :icon_redf

 

I don't, i'm too crazy to tell the difference.

 

Well, I don't know when I love someone, because I've never really experienced love before, with someone other than a family member. I guess with that, I know I love them because I want to spend time with them, and I look up to them.

 

I found this link on tumblr, it made me realize that I was crushing hard on someone: Swinging Both Directions

 

When I see my girlfriend I breathe a sigh of relief because I know I'm home, I know I'm safe from the world when I'm with her.. I feel comfortable being my complete self and I feel home in her arms.. I know is cheesy but she the monsters away

 

Idk too. I gave up wondering what is love, is this love.

What is love?! anyways...

 

I asked this same question about a year ago...quite the discussion...

 

When I find it hard to talk to him, but I always want to be with him.

 

I've had "puppy love" and a couple of crushes, but thats about it when I was younger.


Probably in my late 20's I was friends with a guy, who was also a roomie at the time, and apparently I fell in love with him, but didn't know it.

I never been IN love before, so I had no clue as to what it was I was feeling or going through. I ended up being an ass to this guy, and scared him away.

A couple of years later, it dawned on me what I had been going through was love pangs.
I was in love with him, but he was not with me. Therefore I resorted to the third grader mentality of being mean to the one you love. But I didn't realize until way later that it was love.

Thats never happened again, and I doubt it will ever happen again.

 

Basically this.

 

awww i wanna feel this lol..very cute

 

I could be long-winded and fancy with it, but it boils down to this:

Love is when you don't want the recipient to be...

Alone, because you'll stand with them.
Hurt, because you will tend to them.
Judged, because you will help and understand them.

Love is a spectrum, and as you go further along it, there is checkpoints of intensity. At the beginning, it's simply a lack of desire to do ill upon another. Near the middle, it is simply the desire to acknowledge another's influence. And finally, near the end, it is simply cherishing another for reminding you, there is solace to be found amongst the rubble of misfortune, and the other infuriating aspects that life, often times, is quite fond of inflicting.

Where somebody or something falls on that spectrum, well, experience, likability, trust, general chemistry, anything really and so on, are all going to play a role in this. Some quickly, some slower; some gladly, some surprisingly. It's a piece of life that still remains interesting, even if it can be frustrating or depressing at times.

To super compress it:

It's when you want to live; because doing so allows another a better life, as does it you (or should).











I'm a dealer in hope. What can I say? Lol.