Small blab about love

Loving someone is so strange, one moment your whole humanity and soul is invested in the act of loving someone, and the next you're crushed and empty because of your love for them, not because its unreciprocated, but because you feel that you have become unworthy of their attention, and feel that they will drift from you in disapproval of who you have become, that the image of you has shattered after loving them too much. And then the next day you're over the moon again, and changing every small detail of your life with them in the back of your mind. I find it so strange how love can take over a vessel, and how it is a spirit that can completely change a human and how they act and present themselves. How it does not care about the confines of society, and can unwillingly shine through every small detail of living. Loving is so utterly beautiful and so important, and beyond its affect when paired with human nature, it is a spirit that should be valued and cherished.