When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.
Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love,” which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Love is roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms have fallen from the branches, it is finding that you are one tree and not two.
We all talk about it, think about it, or feel it for someone. I’ve heard a million quotes about love; most of them are vapid and they leave me rolling my eyes. But this one from Captain Corelli’s Mandolin? My all-time favorite quote about love. (Don’t even think about renting the movie. Read the book.)
When most of us think about romantic love, we think in terms of being “in love.” If we’re lucky—or unlucky, depending on our perspective—we will feel a sweeping love for someone. It can be a raging fire that consumes, that takes over everything we do and think, that leaves us feeling intoxicated. It’s a pretty good feeling when we’re in the middle of it. But the thing about fires is that sooner or later, they all burn out. When the fire goes out, then what?
If the fire of love has depleted everything we have, then there is no seed of growth. What follows is the death of the relationship. But if we are truly fortunate, then that fire left a seed behind that will grow into something mighty.
Though I should speak only for myself, I’ll go ahead and speak for the loveliest thing that happened to me lately. This isn’t to say we don’t feel passionately about each other. I’ve not know her for long.
I feel deeply connected to her in a way that can only come about after either years of togetherness or so in post - intermittent moments of bliss of being together. The pretty blossoms of our early interactions are just awesome and timeless! I can still remember everything about you... almost approximately 6 years back, when you sang amidst a crowd which wasn't even meant for your magical voice. Man, I was hooked! I didn't want it to be unnecessarily chaotic hence nothing from my end. However, who knew we would again cross our paths when you are a grown up lady and I am even more mature. I think not many relationships are like this. I prefer to look at love as constantly evolving. It helps, of course, if your mate views love in the same way.
One thing is certain: I’m enjoying sinking my roots in ever deeper with YOU. No fires required.
We all talk about it, think about it, or feel it for someone. I’ve heard a million quotes about love; most of them are vapid and they leave me rolling my eyes. But this one from Captain Corelli’s Mandolin? My all-time favorite quote about love. (Don’t even think about renting the movie. Read the book.)
When most of us think about romantic love, we think in terms of being “in love.” If we’re lucky—or unlucky, depending on our perspective—we will feel a sweeping love for someone. It can be a raging fire that consumes, that takes over everything we do and think, that leaves us feeling intoxicated. It’s a pretty good feeling when we’re in the middle of it. But the thing about fires is that sooner or later, they all burn out. When the fire goes out, then what?
If the fire of love has depleted everything we have, then there is no seed of growth. What follows is the death of the relationship. But if we are truly fortunate, then that fire left a seed behind that will grow into something mighty.
Though I should speak only for myself, I’ll go ahead and speak for the loveliest thing that happened to me lately. This isn’t to say we don’t feel passionately about each other. I’ve not know her for long.
I feel deeply connected to her in a way that can only come about after either years of togetherness or so in post - intermittent moments of bliss of being together. The pretty blossoms of our early interactions are just awesome and timeless! I can still remember everything about you... almost approximately 6 years back, when you sang amidst a crowd which wasn't even meant for your magical voice. Man, I was hooked! I didn't want it to be unnecessarily chaotic hence nothing from my end. However, who knew we would again cross our paths when you are a grown up lady and I am even more mature. I think not many relationships are like this. I prefer to look at love as constantly evolving. It helps, of course, if your mate views love in the same way.
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