I don’t know a lot about love and I don’t pretend to, but I don’t think anyone can ever really “know” love. Love isn’t made up of a bunch of facts, and that’s because it’s not knowledge that makes it what it is. It’s always going to be about the feeling.
Someone doesn’t analyze all the dates they’ve had with a person and determine they must love them. They look that person in their eyes and know automatically that, although they technically would be able to live without that person if they really had to, it would break them if that actually happened.
I’ve never been one to believe in love at first sight or loving someone before knowing anything about them. Love is about accepting a person for who they are, all of them, and it takes more than just knowing what someone looks like to get there.
One love theory I do believe in, however, is the whole idea of soulmates and that everyone has someone they’re destined to meet through fate who’s their perfect person.
I like to think I did find my person, my soulmate, but I ruined it for both of us. I let fear get in the way.
I didn’t even go as far as to try and figure out what exactly I was so scared of. All I knew was that I was terrified. So I never said anything. I never told him, my best friend, that I was completely and passionately in love with him.
I let him go, and it is single-handedly the worst regret of my life.