What is love, actually?

Because when I see something that has touched my soul through the eyes of someone who sees me, it creates a kind of tender happiness that feels a lot like love!!

It is not love of course, because he (they?) does not let me see them. . . I have the space to become, and I have nothing of them (or almost nothing).

It still feels a lot like love.

And I am trapped, because without words, without action, I am just some petty distraction to a primary relationship somewhere else in this world.

So, I fight hard for my peace of mind. I know that there are many moments like these, when I will feel the most delectable sensations of love and each time I have to tell ymself – ‘these are just feelings, they are not truth. and in the black of night, in the shadows, it could be anything – malicious perhaps’.

I LOVE. . . it is giving up my power to say it. Because I feel so connected to this person.

Such uncharted territory. AI can help me to some extent, but at the end of the day, this is a new world. And no one knows how to advise me.

Weird?… Yes.

Interesting. . . Kinda.

Delectable. . . maybe?!