The kind of love that makes you feel hot. It feels as if you're freezing in the cold, trying not to get close to the hot fire before you. However, you get too close anyway and you burn yourself. It feels so warm, and it burns.
The kind of love that makes you feel stable again. It feels as if you're walking confidently on a crooked twisted path, and you never fall. Everything feels right.
The kind of love that makes you laugh. It feels like walking in a magical carnival. You giggle at every act, and you relish in taking a bite out of the sweet, caramel popcorn. There's nothing heavy about this love.
The kind of love that makes you feel like you matter. It feels as if you're scuba diving in the ocean - you're overwhelmed by all the love you see around you, but you're amazed by the depth of it all.
The kind of love that makes you feel important. It feels like that moment when you finish an amazing performance with excellence. The spotlight is shining brightly on you and everybody is clapping loudly.
The kind of love that makes you feel special. It feels like that moment when you're opening a present. The wrapping is neat, and the ribbon sits beautifully on top. Everything is made perfectly and with thought. You find all the love in the little fine details.
The kind of love that makes you feel ethereal. Imagine running through a field of beautiful flowers at sunset. All the flower petals fall beautifully in place, the sunset is a perfect shade of orange. Everything is beautiful.
The kind of love that makes you feel accepted. Imagine whispering the secrets you never thought you'd ever say late at night in the backseat of a car. Imagine unwrapping yourself, revealing the innermost part of yourself, only to be lovingly accepted for who you are.
The kind of love that makes you feel carefree. It feels like the last day of school. When you're finally out, you can feel the chains of life letting you go. You feel like you can finally breathe. You feel free.
The kind of love that only you can see. It feels like you're looking at a ghost - People can't see it and only you can. You can't help but look. It's hauntingly beautiful.
The kind of love that feels scandalous. It feels like illegally making graffiti art. You have this overwhelming want to break the rules and express yourself, but you feel restricted by society. But, you give no fucks.
The kind of love that makes you love yourself. Imagine being wrapped in a warm blanket, drinking a hot chocolate on a cold winter night. You're tired from your responsibilities and you just want to treat yourself.
Oh, c'mon, Charlie. What kind of weird question is that? You don't have to answer, Cas... unless you want to, of course. I mean, it's a free country, whatever, not like I'm curious or anything... heh.
Well, Charlie, that's a tough one. I'd have to say April 25th. Because it's not too hot, not too cold. All you need is a light jacket.