Love?

> You go out of your way to spend time with them, time that you'd otherwise keep to yourself.

> You part ways energized, lightning energy crackling at your fingertips, melodies threatening to burst from your lips.

> They touch your shoulder, and you replay that moment a million times over in your brain. A touch, a touch, a simple touch. It was never so simple to you.

> You question yourself. You can't decide if it's love or not, but that doesn't mean you won't spend hours mulling it over in the middle of the night.

> They're on the edge of your mind, a reason to smile, a reason to be. You strive to be better, because you see the goodness in them.

> The feelings don't go away: it's been months, and every little thing they do still feels so special.

> You don't know anyone else like them, even if you do. They are, despite their flaws, still exceptional.

> You feel the same way even when you don't crave attention or seek love. Even when you push it down and deny it. It resurfaces.

> It sustains, it confounds, it hurts. It hurts a lot. And it makes you feel like nothing you've felt before.