Infatuation

I could write pages and pages for ages and ages and yet, parts of my pain would be written properly. I have no idea of what is it exactly that causes this searing pain. To this vague, uncertain, illogical but existing and very real feeling of uncomfortableness, I name love. This could be very opposite, but it is a pain I’ll call love until proved otherwise. Again here, love is not being associated with a person. It’s a feeling, vague, uncomfortable and something very painful which I yet don’t know the cause of. That’s all. That’s love.