All my life, I’ve wondered one thing.
“What is love?”
I’m not talking about the love you feel for a parent or for a thing,
Nor the love for a certain song.
I’m talking about the true love that makes you rethink the rest of your life.
The love that keeps you up all night.
The love that brings a warmth in your chest you haven’t felt before.
The love that makes you want to tell them everything about your soul and in between.
The love that shoots through your heart and unleashes energetic butterflies in your stomach.
Then I realized,
That’s what love is
Love is the thing that makes you plan out the rest of your life,
The thing that keeps you up all night, waiting for a text,
The thing that warms your chest and makes you stutter,
The thing that shoots through your heart and leaves you swarmed with butterflies,
That’s love.
True love.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 1:30 AM UTC
All my life, I’ve wondered one thing.
“What is love?”
I’m not talking about the love you feel for a parent or for a thing,
Nor the love for a certain song.
I’m talking about the true love that makes you rethink the rest of your life.
The love that keeps you up all night.
The love that brings a warmth in your chest you haven’t felt before.
The love that makes you want to tell them everything about your soul and in between.
The love that shoots through your heart and unleashes energetic butterflies in your stomach.
Then I realized,
That’s what love is
Love is the thing that makes you plan out the rest of your life,
The thing that keeps you up all night, waiting for a text,
The thing that warms your chest and makes you stutter,
The thing that shoots through your heart and leaves you swarmed with butterflies,
That’s love.
True love.
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