First, real love feels good. Real Love feels beautiful. It makes the person I'm loving and the person being loved feel beautiful. Love makes people unafraid to be seen crying, unshowered, grungy and at their worst. Love feels like a sunrise turning something completely dark into a sight that makes a heart stop. At the same time it's like a sunset. Love is like a sunset because it is looked forward to all day. It can take a beautiful day and transform it into an even more beautiful night. Love can turn a blank canvas into a Monet.
Love feels like home. It's the feeling people get when they walk out of the cold into a cozy home The house is warm and smells like baked bread; it wraps around the person entering the house and lingers with all that leaves it. Everybody feels welcome and special. Love is like that.
Love feels colorful and bubbly. It enhances joy and brings colors into even the darkest, and often the coldest of souls. Love isn't a blinding bright or a deep earth tone; it's a pastel. It's a pastel because it's soft. Love feels soft and light; it isn't a burden but a blessing. But most of all love feels full. When a person is really being loved there is no doubt, no emptiness, no pain. That person is just full and content.