That Funny Little Thing

I'm not sure how it starts really, being in love. I suppose it's possible that I've never been in love. That this whole time what I've been feeling has been lust. The thing is, I'm pretty sure lust doesn't feel this strong. I'm pretty sure lust doesn't make you cry. Lust doesn't make your chest fill up with warmth and joy. I don't think I've ever gone out of my way to make someone happy just because I wanted them. However, I have done so because I wanted them to want me. The same way I yearned for their attention, for their acknowledgement, for their  adoration, I wanted them to yearn for that from me. I don't think lust does that. And if that's the case, then I can say I've been in love three times in  my life.