I've felt nothing before. I can only say I didn't like the feeling, which only further serves to make no sense. But, that's what it does to you, that's what happens. Once love touches you, once it sweeps into your very being like that, you can never again avoid its grasp. You're a slave to it, until you die, and maybe even beyond that.
Love never dies.
That's what they don't tell you. That's the big secret. It'd be easier to believe we can pick and choose who we let ourselves love. Sometimes it just happens. It's funnier that way, to whoever it is that decides such things.