NOTE: This was written under a state of utter unconciousness, of which I can only explain as being in a sugar rush state with only water.

I've been meaning to write something like this for a while now: mainly because I, well, feel the need to! Or not. I wouldn't know.

Either way, Love is something I sometimes feel like I need. Even tough at the very deep core of my heart I couldn't care less about another person, I can't help but wonder what such a relationship with an Other would be like. For context, I am quite socially awkward. I don't talk much: in fact, when talked to, I will either; one: say nothing; or two: reply in the most basic way possible so they quit conversing with me. The only times I actually "interact" properly are when I play board games (they're the only ones I actually enjoy) with another being, or, alternatively, one of my close peers.

Love is a thing I can only explain as feeling a fever when close to someone. A late night fever is what I relate to it, at least. I can't quite say I've experienced it: it's something you don't know you experience until… I don't know!
I don't know why I've felt the need to talk about it so much lately: I'm not under someone's spell, yet, I can't help but wonder about it. It's something some close to me talk about as if the greatest thing: I can't help but be curious at the why! A few days (months?) back, one of my friends went for me on advice (?) on a girl they liked. Although I have never in my life felt what they did, I still replied to them! I asked them what they liked about the person, and, unsurprisingly, I found amusing their reply. They talked about them so emotionally I could notice by mere text.