Why is
love something that one is supposedly "in"? As if we could turn around and walk back out again, close the door behind us and be no worse for it. Love is something I _am_. Every particle in what, for lack of a better definition, is described as my physical body exists simultaniously on a discreet
spiritual plain which is the domain of
emotion.
Love is not a room. It's not a country.
To those who say they've never been in love, stop thinking of yourselves as tourists and get permanent resident status.