I thought that being in love meant that feeling that made you want to get up every morning and sing at the top of your lungs. Or the proverbial butterflies flitting like mad at the pit of your stomach. Or that tingly sensation that spread a shower of warmth all the way down to your toes.
Like every other person on the planet, I was locked in the mindset and thought I could only be in love with a “special someone” who made me realized there was more to that “feeling” than what everybody thought.
Being in love can be flexible. It doesn’t have to be exclusively romantic. Love can come in all forms, even those we can’t begin to understand. It is not just about happily ever afters and fireworks. The pain, rejection, despair, and disappointments are very much a part of it. They actually make being in love so real and special. Some people have spent lifetimes tilting at windmills and chasing rainbows, searching for the greatest romance ever known to people, when it is the seemingly little things around us that evoke that special feeling. Maybe there won’t be butterflies, or tingles, or that “kilig feeling” all the time, but you know from the soul, flesh and core of your being that it is something inexplicably wonderful and extraordinary. And you feel incredibly glad that you are alive.
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