Real love

I think love, real love never goes away. Plenty of people believe they are in love because they simply feel energy between them and another person, which is amplified by affection or perhaps lust, but real love is uncomplicated in its definition. It lingers and it remains and it breathes in every space uninhabited by worldly noise. It scratches at your insides because it demands escape, expression. But the sickly part about love is that it is unable to be truly expressed. You feel it within you and try to expel it but it is only truly felt by you. The object of love will never feel its full extent, no matter how much you want them to. Love lingers in dreams, it is refracted in strangers eyes, in the smell of the bar at night. In memories, in places once walked. In hatred, in envy, in joy, in everything. Real love, unbridled and unconditional, does not vanish. Not ever. It will take a back seat but it will always be there. Love fades but it does not ever disappear.