“As a feeling, for me, it’s like a warmth, even a burn in my chest, something so bright it feels like it could destroy me and I would welcome it. Sometimes it’s a desperate need to be around that person, or to care for them, or to spend time with them. Some love is calm and comforting. Or it can be a raging sea that I just want to jump into. But it’s somehow fragile too. It gets tangled up with fear. It’s a feeling I’m afraid to lose, because that warmth is like fuel. Like I could live off it. For it.”
