A lot of people I love dearly have never been head over heels in love. They ask me what it feels like. I explain it in terms of neurotransmitters. Serotonin, dopamine, oxytocin. How each of those feel independently. I explain it in colors. In the feeling in being enveloped in a weighted blanket. Of floating above the ground. Of wanting to share every beautiful experience or nugget of knowledge with this other person because it makes everything real. Of thinking of “us” instead of “me.” Of taking joy in someone’s success and growth for their own sake. Of feeling their pain intensely. Of finding yourself humming and smiling. Cloaked in an invincible armor.

I’m a little bit in love with a lot of people. It helps. It keeps me from searching outside myself for satisfaction when I’m already wearing the Ruby slippers. I know what I want.

Mark Ronson posted this today and yeah, this is what l-o-v-e feels like. I’m so happy for him because I was always a little in love with him too. Mazel, Mark.