If I keep thinking of her and can't stop it even if I want to,
then it's madness.
If I just want to pamper her with everything she wants, be there whenever she needs me, listen to all her stupid things, want to take care of her forever,
then it's love.
If I'm able to tell her that with each passing day, I'm falling deeper and deeper in love with her,
then it's beautiful.
If I still talk to her everyday, though she has someone else on her mind, and still enjoy it, without expecting anything, without playing games,
then it's bliss.
If I can achieve her, in this lifetime, in the next year or two,
then it's fulfilled love.
Fulfilled love is extreme happiness.