What Does Love Feel Like? The Tender Emotions I Never Knew Existed Signs Of True Love

3:47 AM. Another sleepless night. My phone's brightness is at its lowest, yet these search results about "what does love feel like" are burning into my eyes. Funny how just two weeks ago, I was the relationship expert among my friends, confidently explaining the signs of true love. Now? I'm the mess who can't even explain what's happening to my own heart.

It started that rainy Tuesday at the corner café. You were arguing with the barista about whether vanilla syrup belongs in coffee at all. Your passion about something so simple made me smile. Then you turned around, caught my eye, and something inside me shifted. Just like that. No fireworks. No dramatic background music. Just a quiet click, like a key finding its lock.

Now I'm here, drowning in unexplainable feelings that no relationship article can define. How do you know if you love someone? The internet says it's about butterflies and racing hearts. But this? This is different. It's in the way my soul settles when you're near, like waves finding their shore. It's how my vocabulary shrinks to nervous mumbles when you ask about my day, yet expands to endless paragraphs when I write about you at night.

You probably don't know this, but I've started measuring time differently. There's before I saw you smile, and after. There's the coffee I drink to stay awake (because sleeping means missing thoughts of you), and there's the coffee I drink hoping to run into you again. Every love song makes sense now – not because they describe what I feel, but because they too struggle to capture this essence.

The signs you're falling in love, according to every website I've read tonight, talk about physical symptoms. But they don't mention how your entire world view shifts. How random street corners become landmarks of "places where I thought about you." How your name has become my favorite word, even though I whisper it only to myself.

Is this what they mean by true love? This gentle chaos? This beautiful mess of feelings that makes me both stronger and softer? I don't know. The only thing I know is that I've stopped searching for definitions. Some feelings aren't meant to be Googled – they're meant to be lived, letter by letter, heartbeat by heartbeat, sleepless night by sleepless night.