What is this Again?

This feeling Is it love? Why has it come back, stronger than before? I buried it, silenced it, won the war… But here it is, louder, deeper, more raw. Years have passed. I moved on. Or so I thought. Now my chest aches with a familiar fire, a pull, a weight, a quiet desire. Why now? Why does it feel like more? It once suffocated me, Now it storms every closed door. I know love’s beauty, its grace, but also the space it invades. It steals breath, rewrites your pace, makes even strength feel afraid. I want to fight it, but how do you fight something that feels like truth? I defeated it once. Why can’t I now, in my own youth? Am I really going to let it win this time? Or is this not defeat… but a kind of climb? Maybe it’s not weakness to feel so much Maybe love is strength wearing a gentle touch.