it's kind of odd, but I have come to the conclusion I don't know that I know what it is myself.
It is the feeling of putting this one person constantly above everything and everyone else, their happiness of paramount importance enough to make fools of ourselves trying to make them smile, the feeling of intense care enough for their sadness to affect our moods, and a protectiveness over them that is fierce. A sensation of butterflies around them, a feeling of togetherness when with them and emptiness without them. For me, that is love.
Thank you. :)
You act stupid.
Anyway you want to, but they just won't ever understand (hence having not ever experiencing it)