Odd?

Odd.

No very odd.

To the point words can barely even attempt explanation.

Because, almost exactly like a very emotion.

Words are merely symbols on a page.

Unable to come to life.

The very way how you feel, feels.

I can almost not even begin to explain to you the way..

The very way..

He makes me feel.

And quite honestly,

Maybe that's for a reason.

Maybe it's only supposed to be expressed

In the sweetest of kisses,

The sincerity of an embrace,

The very being you and I are.

And overreaction, to the reaction he brought out in me..

Is most definitely not an overreaction.

Most definitely not to great of an emotion

Most definitely not.

Maybe too great of an emotion for me to attempt conceiving,

Maybe.

Just maybe.

But maybe I am unwilling to accept that.

Unwilling to accept something has developed.

Something I never could believe existed.

And within it's absence was the idea that I could live alone.

Live alone independently without that object of indescribable emotion.

Indescribably feeling.

And as indescribable as it is..

Some may describe it as a

certain

single

overused

word.

That certain word used in a lie many preach every single day

to the person they chose to be with

to 'understand'

regardless of if they even did or not.

But that certain word..

That certain word so many cannot even use to describe the actuality of it itself.

Is four measly letters.

Four letters that express a concept so..

Out of this world.

Unknown.

Indescribable.

That single word.

Single emotion.

Filled with such potency.

Is what I call love.

Love.