fuzzy .

emotion .
the extreme human sense, i call it .
its sight, its fragrance, touch, or taste can overwhelm you .
you can be as solid and stable as a rockk, yet emotions can leave you torn with your heart in a void of pieces .
love is difficult to define .
i refuse to actually .
but todayy, &+ on a few other instances, i think i momentarily understood its mystery .
memories fluttered through my head as if i were flipping through an album .
good, bad &+ in-between, i was overcome with emotion, my chest felt heavy &+ tightt .
it felt wrong, but in some ways - so rightt .
it concludes to a fact, i do love her .
i dont plan on acting out on it, or even trying just . . one more time . .
mostly because if things went left, i think id have absolutely nothing left to give .
i love her enough to simply be satisfied she's happy .
sounds corny, of course, i used to hear people say things like this all the time &+ i'd think nothing of it . .
times change .

"Tis' better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all ."
- Alfred Lord Tennyson

my favorite quote in regards to that .