i see love as an all-encompassing experience, a sweeping kind of existence. something i plan to submerge myself in, yes drown in. and it sounds terrific and esoteric but i mean it with every fiber of my being. i think that’s why i can never embrace the casual air of “dating”. shit, it unsettles me and leaves me wary because i know i can’t emotionally open up to randoms, it’s never right. at the end of the day, love is a feeling. one that i see motivating me to be the best i can be .. i think that’s when i’ll know. when my ever-stirring soul is settled and i feel understood by my lover, as a person and his lady. constantly drawn to him. when he isn’t afraid to participate in this deluge and make me feel free. i hope he never comes up for air when it comes to loving me.