Everyone is asking me...

Everyone is asking me: What is love, why does it feel so different, so unique, not like all the other feelings we have…

What would you say if anyone asks you this question?

We all know that love can be uncontrolled, that you never know when it appears or when it might disappear. Maybe it doesn’t even disappear, and always exists or stays in past, future,… Some people call it past, but some call it Life. And if it is love forever, than it is not a feeling, but love without calling it with any name.
I’m still writing and didn’t answer the question that some people ask me. May be I know Love and love knows me – but only in secret,
Can you tell me if you can feel love and understand it? Even if you do would you be able to describe it in words? You don’t know right?

People write stories to make themselves feel love, which might be existing already. May be this is the way. To write everything we can, about it -In Words-
And after we can build up the real sense of love.
To be more correct the sense will appear by itself –

Every answer seems right until you try to write it…