orcas island. what it feels like to be in love.
"i am not sure if i really know how to tell whether i am in love," i heard him say.
i imagined shouting, "yes, you do! of course you do!"
but i didn't.
because do we? do any of us really know how to describe with certainty what it feels like to be in love? how do we know? is it ever just one feeling? can it be pointed to and measured with precision and accuracy, like the temperature of a fever-ridden patient? "yep, 102.5 degrees. you, sir, are definitely in love."
or is it indefinable? isn't romantic love too slippery and elusive a thing to nail down with words? isn't that why it is precious and sought after? isn't that why there are more lines of poetry dedicated to love than to anything else in the universe?
maybe being in love feels like...