As much as I feel uncomfortable throwing the word "love" with people I know (even though I feel that way in the inside), I think it's a wonderful feeling, but sometimes I also think it's disturbing.

To me, love is that feeling which makes me want to throw up and cut the awkward, butterfly feeling from my stomach. Afterwards, I realize that maybe this love could make me even happier than I am now, so... it makes me happy. Vague, I know, but I'm still not so sure about "love" at this point...