In Love? Does it Exist?

"Are you in love with anybody?"

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"I don't think I even know what 'in love' means anymore."

"Yeah, me neither."

I thought I knew. I thought I was there at one point or another. But comparing where I am now to where I was then, it wasn't what I thought it was.

I believe "love" to be a verb. An action. We show we love someone through our actions, and we then develop this charitable-like love towards one another. That love is a state of being. Many people think one has to be "in love" with someone more significant than just a friend for it to mean anything. So, what does to be "in love" mean? Where is the logical explanation or description of it? What does it mean?

Here's a thought. What if being "in love" is just being completely irrational with your feelings and actions, while still holding onto that charity? What if there is no logical explanation for it? What if those feelings of flying through the clouds when they are on your mind point towards being "in love"? Or wanting nothing more than you give them your entire world? You constantly pull out your phone or a piece of paper wanting to share the smallest thing that made you smile, but then draw back in fear of losing what you already have or fear that they won't understand why you appear. You want to know everything about them and you know, oh you know, that what they stand for it want you need, what you want, and you want to go so deep that there is no hope for escape. You are theirs. And you want that. Because they deserve someone to love them unconditionally and wholly, truly and deeply. You know you can give that to them, if just given a chance.

What if you don't want to move on unless they are with you? What do you do if that's not an option? What do you do?