A constant battle between the heart and mind. Endlessly torn because we're slaves to the heart, yet fools to the mind.
So we're definitely sure about what we feel, after all that's what makes it seem real, right? That nervous feeling we get at the sight of that person, the sound of that person and even the scent of that person. It becomes completely unfathomable how one person is able to make us feel something so gut-wrenchingly beautiful; truly touches the soul. I can't really speak for others, but my emotions are completely high when I'm around someone that makes me feel like I'm undergoing a heart-attack, a good one of those.. if possible.
Euphoria feels good, but to what extent? Where do we draw the line between what's inexplicably real or what's just simply infatuation? It becomes exhausting differentiating between the two. Therefore, love in it's finest form becomes the greatest internal battle. If I could have it my way, I'd have someone I'm interested in have an 'infatuation' or 'love' label stamped on them, just to be clear who to fight for, who to invest time and emotions into and who to just easily walk away from before it becomes impossible to.
The experts deduced that, "Infatuation can only hold the mind for a maximum of four months. If it exceeds that point, then you're already in love."Therefore, I believe that love will always be the one thing in life that we cannot simply explain, it's the one thing that keeps us up at night for hours, the one thing that determines our mood for the day, the one thing that can be so beautiful yet so soul-crushing simultaneously. So, my question is.. if the line between love and infatuation is so fine - how do we ever know what was real and what never was?
After all, love makes us blind.. so does that mean that we only truly realise what it was that we felt when we no longer feel it?
