Is It True?

Today I had a little epiphany. I'll try to explain it to the best of my ability.

My view on knowing it's true love:

I'm a musician. I play piano. I love it. Because I'm a musician, I enjoy the musical qualities of particular parts of songs. No, not enjoy, I relish the pure pleasure i get out of melodic beauty. Listening to a piece of music sends shivers down my spine, I am filled with an incomprehensible feeling that makes me just...ease my head back, close my eyes, take in a deep breath, and just feel the music resonating through every cell in my body. But the problem is, when I listen to beautiful music, I'm never fully satisfied with what I'm listening to. Not unless I play the music myself. When I play it, it's complete. I'm not only uplifted, and happy, but completely content. Perfect, in a way. I feel perfection. And that's how love should feel.

With most everyone, you are going to feel those shivers, you'll feel happy, and beautiful, but there's still that filling in the back of your throat, the pit of your stomach, that something is unfulfilled or missing. And until you feel that completeness. . .just enjoy it as it comes. Enjoy the music and it's beauty. When you finally get to play the music yourself, you'll be incandescently happy. Content. Peaceful.

This is an example of an (excuse my language) orgasmic song. My favorite part--what I was trying to explain above--is from 1:25 til 1:50. But the part that just gives me an indescribable feeling is from 1:37 to 1:50. It's amazing. Just listen to those strings.