Love? Love not?
The stage where love is felt. Is it just lust or a huge tang or desperation? I know not of what I feel, though, obviously, I do want to feel it, share it.
Perhaps the start of my read 'Romeo and Julliet' and watching the movie that was inspired by Shakespeare, no less, has heighten that feeling. Once again, this time, is one of the many that I know not what I speak of; the sound of it makes me think its nonsensical.
Ah! The pangs of teenage puppy love...
Ciao.
