So if we love someone without knowing why, we can assume that that person is somehow similar to someone else whom we loved before, even if we don’t know precisely how.

Rene Descartes

You could make love to somebody without having sex. You could have sex with anybody, literally anybody, but you can’t make love with just anybody. They are two completely different things, yet people often interchange these words. Making love is to have that moment, that one moment you’ve been waiting for your entire life, where nothing else matters in the world when you are just laying there in your thinnest shirt—legs and arms intertwined, fingers interlaced, as if your skin was fused together. You let go…completely, desperately, unequivocally…to the one who lives in that moment with you, for it is that moment where you are one in the same; where you actually are loving yourself because you love that person. If you have experienced it, you would understand what I mean. It changes the way you look at love. It changes the way you feel things, the way you feel people. It’s because you know that love why you can’t help but keep searching for that one moment because you know that anything less will never settle in your heart.