Love

Every love is different. It has a different start, a different style, a different twist, a different feeling. Although it might have ended, it might have drifted away, it might have been paused (to resume again at another point of your life), it was undeniably once, a part of you.
And maybe now you're in love again, or focusing on another love (family, work, friends), you might compare with the previous love, but you have to admit, they are still, love, that once made your heart race, made you feel excited and dreamy, made you think that you were the happiest person in the world because of the way you felt.

Listening to this while typing that.