love is such a weird concept. im not a lover, ive never loved, im a yearner. crushing on someone means daydreaming about them, thinking of oeverything you'd do if they knew your name. finding someone attractive is like a secret, a confession more than a statement, looking at someone from afar. loving means longing, staring at every detail of their face on a blurry picture, watching everything they do being mezmorized. every romantical thought of someone are for me and my diary, me and my poetry, love isnt something to speak up about, it never crosses my mind a single time to tell them how pretty they look. being in love with someone means mourning everything they do, missing them, yearning, longing, wishing for something you dont have, its something for me and not for an us. sexual attraction is a taboo, something private, finding something hot is between me and my dirty hands, being turned on is rather embarissing than suggestive, sexual, exiting. love were always a thing for only me to know, and how odd it is to tell someone everything i think about them, how devastatingly vulnerable it feels so stop hiding.