Not an Expert, Just a Hopeful Romantic

I know I write about this particular topic a lot, and I’m sure some of you are tired of seeing it pop up again and again. But to that, I say: it’s my blog, and I can write what I want—so you’ll have to put up with my continued musings on a subject that captivates me endlessly: love.

While I personally haven’t had the privilege of experiencing that feeling firsthand, I’ve gathered glimpses of it from stories I’ve heard and, of course, the countless hours spent watching TV shows and movies. I know that on-screen love differs from real-life love, yet it doesn’t hurt to dream. Or does it?

Bear with me as I get a bit cheesy and romantic, but I want to share what I imagine falling in love might feel like. I think I can sum it up in a single word: flutter.

Yes, I know, I took the easy way out. I could have written paragraphs about all the emotions one might experience while falling in love. But to me, it really is that simple—all love, I believe, comes down to a flutter.

When you see the person you love, your heart flutters. Every other emotion is secondary, arriving only after that initial flutter. And I find that idea profoundly beautiful. You turn over in bed and catch them in the morning light, a bit of sleep drool on their cheek—your heart flutters. You spot them approaching from the train station—your heart flutters. You’re running a little late, and they’re already at the restaurant, watching eagerly through the window for your arrival—your heart flutters. Your phone lights up with a call from them, saved under a cute, inside-joke nickname—your heart flutters.

It’s these little moments that truly encapsulate what love feels like. It’s not about grand gestures or dancing in the rain or fancy dinners. A tiny, fleeting flutter—at least to me—that’s what it truly takes. Because if your heart keeps fluttering, everything else can be worked through.

So, the next time your heart flutters for your person, tell them. Tell them why they make your heart flutter and what they mean to you. No one ever tires of hearing how much they mean to someone else.

It’s something that happens so subconsciously we might not even notice it. And that, I think, is the most beautiful feeling of all.

I might be wrong in what I’ve said. As I mentioned earlier, I’m not an expert in this field. These are simply the musings of a love-starved 25-year-old. But then again, maybe I’m not entirely wrong—am I?