What is love?

What is love? The question has been asked so many times that is worn and threadbare. But i stil can't help wondering. They say love is a drug. An addiction almost. Overpowering. I thought i loved once, sometimes i think i still do. They say youre supposed to know when youre in love. You just know. How? Why? When do you know? Does it creep up on you or hit you like a slap in the face? In many ways, love is very much like death. You have no idea what it's like until it's happened to you. Death can tiptoe slowly up behind you and squeeze its fingers gently around your heart and whisper to it that it can finally reest. Death can smash into you abruptly in blazing car headlights and the holler of blood clamouring past your ears. I suppose the only difference is that i can't wait to fall in death, love im not so much looking forward to :)