"It's hard to explain" is the usual response someone always gave me when I asked them what it felt like to love someone else.

When I was younger I was so curious about love. I was always boy crazy so naturally, I always enjoyed the idea of love and being loved. I liked the way movies portrayed relationships. I liked the idea of being the one girl who was "different" in his eyes. I never understood it, I still don't understand it. But meeting him was by far the closest I've ever come to fully understanding what loving someone else felt like.

We'll call him B. Falling for B was completely unexpected and to tell the truth it wasn't exactly love at first sight. I was at a point in my life when everything was right. I had taken a good portion of time on myself and wasn't wanting anything to do with relationships. I like to think that might have been the reason we worked so well together, it was excellent timing on both of our parts.

I remember I described it as "simple." Falling in love with B was so easy. I had no doubts about him or his feelings for me because we openly talked about feelings throughout the entire relationship. I don't remember the exact timing or when I realized that my feelings for him were more than just your average lust. But I remember a time when I was slow dancing with him at prom and the way he looked at me said everything. I couldn't focus on anyone else except for him and the way he smiled at me and brought his forehead onto mine. It's a feeling I will never forget.

I began to notice certain things about him that weren't just physical or basic knowledge. It was more than knowing his favorite color. I loved the way his mind worked and the way he looked at the world. I loved watching him work through math problems and the way his eyes would change whenever he solved it. I loved watching how his mannerisms would change depending on who we were with and when we were alone together. I liked hearing a slight shift in his voice based on whether he was joking around or being serious. I loved the serious way he looked at me when telling me he loved me too. I loved seeing his arguments against politics and moral ethics. I loved hearing the sound of his voice in the morning. I loved the way he showed his love for his family. I loved how thoughtful he was about every situation.

I still love all of these things about him, and I probably won't ever stop.

So when someone asks me what loving someone feels like, I'll describe it as being incomparable to the way you feel about anyone else. It feels like a rush of appreciation and joy for being with them. It's knowing you won't ever feel the same way about someone else. It's the feeling of stability in knowing you are your own person and they are the person who compliments your personality the most.

I know eventually I'll find love in someone else, but I believe every love is different. I will end up loving someone else but not in the way I loved B.