LOVE

The frequencies of love can always be caught, but never understood.
Think about it, it's a whirlwind that takes us all but can never be seen.
When in love, you think that it's sweet and the best feeling of all–yet you can't describe it. You can't exactly pin-point if its as good as letting that chocolate melt in your mouth with your eyes closed and your taste buds relishing, or as good as feeling the sun beat down on your face on a day that the breeze felt is a little chilly.

There are other times when it's like sipping something cool that feels just about awesome after beads of sweat have appeared on your forehead and dare I say it, yes ladies–that invisible mustache on your upper lip!
It's weird because you can feel like you can't be with out it and you feel it in all sorts of ways and towards all many different things. You can be in love with yourself because you're having a "cute day" and don't care at all about the frizziness of your best friend, or the fact that you got sugar for your coffee, but nothing to stir it with. It's just a day that's for you and you feel great.
The sweet kind of love in which cake is total bliss and just the simple batter is enough to make your toes curl, but you can love it so much that you have just had enough and can't stand to see it again. Too much cake, too much love.
But then there is that kind of which you try to deny very much to yourself, but is apparently obvious to everyone else. There is a special someone who gives you the eye but you don't realize it. It's taken on your behalf as a simple gesture between friends, but the pictures don't lie and with so much closeness there must be something going on. Yet when you think about it and giving sweet ♥s
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