Love still feels like a word, though I am far deep inside it. Isn't it kind of scary to fall in for someone and just not realize it? It's like a rainbow with many colors, just waiting for the rains to drop to let it show what it truly is. It's like the music pouring inside with all the feel indeed tingling softly in your mind, soul and body. It's like the wind, you can't see it, but you feel it.
When a guy calls you hot, he's looking at your body. When a guy calls you pretty, he's looking at your face. When a guy calls you beautiful, he's looking at your heart. All three guys still wanna fuck you though.