I had set down to think one day and had thought- am I in
love?
Do I love you?

I've spent the last couple of days, weeks, months, years,
telling myself that I am in love.
But what is love?
Is it the admiration I feel when I look at your actions, and
wish I could do the same?
Is it that warm feeling in my heart when I know you're
near?
Is it that sense of loss whenever I know you're not around?
Is it that sense of complete fullness, of perfection, that I
have when I'm holding you near?

Or is it, perhaps, the simplest of things, the tiniest
smile, that only you can make me smile at my saddest times?

I must wander.
For at times, I believe my certainty has forsaken me.
For at times, I believe my own mind is misleading me.
For at times, I am afraid my thoughts and feelings are
mislead by my own want, need, desire- to love.

Am I in love?
Do I love you?
I do not know.
I cannot measure the depth of my feelings toward you and
yet, I cannot perceive the true meaning of this word- love.
Perhaps they were right, those who said, that love can only
be recognized by the lover.
Or perhaps they were very mistaken and there is no such
thing as a love so pure, so true, so definite, as they claim
it must be?
I do not know.
I cannot know.
So all I shall ask of you at this point is- do not ask me if
I love you, my love, for I do not know the answer.