It's an automatic phenomenon that happens in one life.
Love makes you fly. Or feeling like a child. Or wanted to kill someone.
Love gives us explosions. Erosion. Big bangs make sense.
Love makes you can't even understand a simple Malay word.
Or talk a word.
Love makes you go wild. So wild that you did a crime.
Love is something that makes you feel so beautiful. So comfortable.
Love is sacrifice. Willingness to do anything.
Love makes you taste different. Sweet chocolates tasted like butter.
Love realizing you that you have an ego. Or jealousy.
Or even realizing you that you're a guy.
I've felt this kinda things before.
I'm still feeling it now.