Love is an expression I never write about, beyond being the typical average I am, I'm also a passionate lover along with being excessively apathetic. They say love finds its way, I often bicker with myself regarding that phrase
Love is often personified, glorified into this remarkable feeling one experiences or is criticized in the lines of complexity. With respect to my unconsidered opinion, the fellow feelings we experience lies in the midst of the person and has nothing to do with the abstract that just acts as a catalyst. A little faraway boy makes me feel high about love, dwelling in my necessity seems much more pleasurable with the slightest of his gestures. To top it off, my happiness lies in him and not the feeling
my words hold far more meaning than the smile my tinted lips align, as Alex turner said: “you cure my January blues”.