It’s been a while since I’ve fallen in love with someone. I was trying to think of how to describe it and I couldn’t really remember. Tell me how you feel when you first fall in love.
I felt giddy and I still feel that way sometimes. When he says or does just the right thing I feel it all over again.
Vulnerable. Goofy. Giddy. Frightened. Happy. Skeptical. Over the moon.
I am not a good example, because I am coming out of a tremendously codependent relationship. Love for me is out of control. It’s two people spinning wildly around a core, one a electron the other one a proton. Balancing out the love and hate, perpetually fighting and making fierce love, strong emotions giving birth to only stronger emotions. Just looking into each other’s eyes makes you begin to cry, because you can’t believe how beautiful they are, and it’s all yours; while also knowing that everything is doomed.
It just feels out of control, but then again I’m a bad example.
I just wanted to say “cool”, kimera is back.
Nauseated. Jittery. Irritated. Surrounded by a pervasive sense of terror. Everything feels very out of control both physically and emotionally because the level of power that my love object has over me is uncomfortable to say the very least. IIRC when I fell in love with my husband I was sick for days before I figured out what the hell was going on. And even once I did figure it out, it was quite a while before I felt much better. When someone loves you back, and you know it with the fullness of your being, that can be very pleasant indeed–but that’s months into any relationship, and everything preceding is a sort of nervous hell.
Tension and confidence.
The closest thing it’s like I think, is when you’re preparing for a big challenging task, but you know you can cope with it. You know it’s going to turn out great.
You can see it’s not going to be easy but you know when it’s past you’re going to be even happier than you are now.
Being in love feels like crap. You’re obsessive, needy, overly self-critical, and insecure. You can eat, but you don’t want to. You can sleep, but you get up unrested. You listen to insipid music you used to laugh at. You second-guess everything you do, but still end up doing something stupid. You spend more money than you should on things no one asked for. You feel time itself is conspiring against you as the hours of each day seem to take four times as long. You’re an emotional mess because you can’t help but dwell on how much more miserable you’d be if it all ended.
Thank GOD I’m past that (I don’t believe in gods, but I’ll make an exception and thank whichever one you want in this one case), and have settled into the infinitely more desirable, never-ending arguments over money and bills. Yes, I’m serious.
From Matt Groening:
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
(It’s been a little while for me, too.)
Yup. All of that.
I recently met a guy around whom I always feel slightly drunk. When we’re together, the air feels supercharged, and when we talk our brains go into overdrive and we’re both smarter and funnier than we ever thought and the words are like physical things that we use to stroke, tickle, or pinch, and when we touch, my head spins and my legs turn to rubber. It’d been over a decade since I felt that, so it took me a little while to identify it. I think I’m a little bit in love. It emphatically doesn’t suck.
It makes me sad to read about people feeling miserable and insecure because they have strong feelings for someone. Sure, there’s always the chance it will end badly, but so what? No matter what happens, you’ll live. Enjoy the now!
Happily nauseated is the best and most compact way I can think to describe it though I’m not even sure I’ve ever been in love instead of just heavily smitten.
Like a Grucci fireworks show is going through it’s finale in your stomach…for days and days and days.
Very similar to the 'flu.
Exuberantly, joyfully, ecstatically, playfully and seriously happy. And safe. Indestructably safe, nothing can possibly ever go wrong with anything, ever again, and you just know it.
Your eating and sleeping cycles & sensations go weird on you, as others have said.
Your sense of the passage of time is somewhat affected.
Like the world is a wonderful place and anything was possible.
I don’t think I’ve evr truly been in love 
Are you sure you’re talking about love, and not unrequited love? Because I’ve experienced some of those feelings. Except ten fold. I don’t think there’s a worse feeling in this world than wanting someone you can’t have.
Completely and utterly self-centred, where the “self” includes you and your beloved.
This has happened to me and I’ve seen it happen to others. Falling in love is awfully boring for everyone who’s not involved in it, but it means the whole universe to the people who are.
Absolutely! From the outside, it’s sickenly stupid.
I don’t have any of the negative feelings associated with it. Sure, when it’s unrequited or you don’t know how the other person feels, it’s extremely inconvenient, but to me it’s always a good feeling. It’s not unlike Christmas spirit. It’s a warm, cozy, comforting blanket that stays with you all the time and makes you do really dumb things.
And when I say all the time, I mean all the time. When love is unrequited, the blanket tends to suffocate. You’d do anything to be rid of it.
Yes, last summer sucked.
tdn’s post reminded me a good Dane Cook anecdote about being in love: