LOVE & LUST often feel like two sides of the same coin at first—your heart races, they’re constantly on your mind, and every touch sends shivers down your spine. But as time goes on, the differences start to shine through. Lust is that exhilarating rush, but it’s also pretty surface-level; it’s all about wanting to be near them without really knowing who they are deep down. It’s a desire for their body, not necessarily their thoughts or feelings. Love, in contrast, is more subdued yet profoundly deeper.

Love is about sticking around when things get tough, caring for them without expecting anything in return, and finding beauty in their imperfections. Lust might make your body ache; love, however, makes your soul feel truly recognized. One may fade over time, while the other only grows stronger.

Lust hits you like a bolt of lightning—it’s those butterflies in your stomach, the flurry of late-night texts, and the way your heart skips a beat when they walk into the room. It’s thrilling, addictive, and sometimes a bit confusing. But it’s also filled with uncertainty. You crave their touch, but not always their thoughts. You miss them, but it’s often the excitement you long for. Love, on the other hand, has a different rhythm. It’s slower and steadier. It’s about missing them even when they’re right next to you because you’re curious about what’s going on in their mind. It’s finding comfort in their silence and safety in their chaos. Love shows up when things aren’t perfect—when they’re feeling moody, exhausted, or hurt—and you still want to be there.

Lust is all about how they make you feel. Love, however, is about how they feel too. Love makes a choice. Lust is all about the chase. And when everything else fades away, love is what remains.

Lust is loud. It roars in your chest, making you want someone so intensely that it’s hard to think clearly. It’s in those stolen glances, the late-night cravings, and the daydreams of what could be. But it doesn’t bother to ask about their pain, their past, or how they truly feel at 2 a.m. when no one else is around. Love is quieter, but it’s the one that sticks around. It’s in the little things—remembering how they take their coffee, noticing when their smile doesn’t quite