I don’t know whether I truly loved you or just fell for you… Wait, did I say that right?
True love, a crush, falling in love, infatuation, real love, romance, passion. You can call it what you want, but I felt something strong, and you knew it.
I don’t know whether it was real love, but I know that it felt really real.
Maybe I just fell for you. But there were moments where I felt like I would give you anything you asked of me because I just wanted you to like me.
Moments where I felt a connection so strong that it felt like my soul trembled. Where I just wanted to give you all the love I have in me.
Did I though?
I’ve always been fascinated with how many different kinds of love there are, especially the romantic kind. Yet, somehow, even though women obviously want to “put a label on things,” we haven’t truly defined them.
Yes, there are so many explanations as to what true love is – the difference between like and love and the difference between crush and love – but I don’t think we’ve truly got it figured out.
It’s definitely unclear while we’re experiencing it. And we’re talking about the most important feelings in the world here.
These are the feelings that make people do crazy things, fight for what they want, suffer because of them. Yet we always search for that special feeling that we can’t be sure how to call.
When you feel butterflies in your stomach, it’s great, but what happens when they fly away? The feeling of being in love with someone passes with time, the feeling of love grows with time.
I don’t know whether I truly loved you or just fell for you, but I don’t have that overwhelming feeling anymore. Does it mean I didn’t truly love you even though I couldn’t stop thinking about you for the longest time?
Probably, but it’s not because I don’t think about you anymore. It’s because those stolen moments were just the consequences of the fall.
I fell for you hard, or at least I like to call it that. You swept me off my feet and convinced me that you’re an amazing person I must have in my life. And I believed you.
Now that you’re gone, I don’t know whether I truly loved you or just fell hard for you. Does it mean that it wasn’t love to begin with because I don’t feel it anymore?
I’m not sure. Isn’t it love when you deeply care about someone and miss seeing their smile yet only hope that they still smile often?
Maybe, but I don’t feel the desperate need to be near you and touch you anymore. I don’t want to give you any more of my time and the fact that you’ve left doesn’t hurt me anymore.
Maybe I don’t know whether I truly loved you, but my point is that it doesn’t matter. There’s a reason why it’s so hard to tell the difference between like, crush, infatuation, and love.
These feelings are confusing. And songs, poetry, and love stories describe them, but don’t define them.
Let’s forget about everything we know about these labels and the idea that true love lasts forever. It can last for a moment and still be true love because I loved you.
I know I say I don’t know whether I truly loved you, fell for you, crush hard on you, or merely liked you… But to hell with it all, I loved you.
I spent a lot of time reading about love and soulmates, just to be taken by something all these books can’t explain. You meant a lot to me and every moment with you was special.
Maybe it wasn’t the kind of love that lasts forever and ends with a happy ending, but it was love.
The effect you had on me was undeniable and when I think back on our memories, I do miss you. It’s not like I want to, but I do.
I’ve tried to explain it to myself by saying that I don’t know if what I felt was true love or infatuation, but I’m tired of definitions.
How can I not be when all I really wanted to do was tell you that I love you, and I said it in everything I did. If I could’ve, I would’ve repeated it to you for the rest of our lives, but that ship has sailed.
Our relationship has ended and I want to say that it wasn’t special to me, but it was. You were special to me, from the moment I first laid my eyes on you.
Is it true love or a crush when you instantly notice someone and just want to spend all the time in the world getting to know them? I honestly don’t care anymore.
The feelings I had for you are gone, but thinking back, I do think I truly loved you. And somehow, I still do. You know that I’m good with words, so why can’t I explain it better?
Maybe it’s because I just want to believe that you loved me. I know you didn’t, and what you felt can’t be even called infatuation.
But I so badly want to call what we had love because I need to think that you cared for me the way I did for you.
Love is confusing and you’re confusing, but I’m not going to have confusing feelings for you anymore.
It’s actually not that I don’t know whether I truly loved you or just fell for you, it’s that I know you didn’t love me. And for a while there, all I wanted in this entire world was your love.
Maybe the feeling didn’t last long and we’ll never speak of it again, but I’m not going to say that I didn’t have feelings for you. I’m tired of leaving things unsaid, so I’m going to say what you didn’t have the guts to say.
I love you.