The most important things are the hardest to say... like "I love you". Yeah, surely that's the first thing that comes to mind.... But "I love you" might just be the easiest phrase to describe a minimal segment of what you're feeling. Looking back at the times I've said "I love you" and the times that I have had nothing at all to say, when i really felt it in my chest the necessary words never really did come out. So I say, maybe if I cared about you/it less I could talk about it more. But that's not a risk I'm willing to take. No, that's not a risk I'm willing to take. Most of the time words are just words, and they make no damn sense anyways. They're thrown into the open and left for personal interpretation. Words are subjective. Word choice to describe emotions could unintentionally diminish their meaning. So why do such a thing? Why do such a thing? Why diminish the other's experience? Words are so interchangeable unlike feelings... feelings aren't. But as human beings we are so obsessive about pinpointing everything down to exactly what it is. We are so scared of the unknown that we have to define everything. We have to give everything a name, a title, and attach a meaning to it. That desire to know everything is what will consume your thoughts and keep you up at night. That unknown, indescribable feeling in your gut that you don't know what it is, but it feels so good. That feeling that sometimes feels so right that it feels wrong. I just run with it. Rather enjoy it while it last than let the moment pass right by because I'm caught trying to decipher it. So next time you hold me against your chest and I'm laughing aimlessly, with no desire to stop, don't ask me why. I don't know why. All I know is that it feels good. It feels right. No, it's not love. It's not even close. Love is a term a man/woman invented in order to describe what he/she thought they were feeling. I'm not that person. I don't know what that person felt. I know what I feel. And no terms can describe that. No, no terms can describe that. You're going to have to make what it is from what I show...feel how many beats my hearts skips, observe how i play with my hair nervously, and listen to my lips when they say don't stop. But that's it. Don't ruin this thing we have by trying to call it love.