A fine line
So where exactly does infatuation end and love begin?
Maybe its more appropriate to backup a bit and consider the context. Assume you know a person very well, and like that person. Like your favorite dish, you like to hang out with that person, when you are with her you want to keep talking on, you want time to go slower so that you can observe each detail - the lines on the face, the angle of the lips when they part to smile, the ups and downs of the voice, and her posture while you walk, taking pleasure in the small fact that she's slowing down to a crawl so that you two can talk more. You think of her when you are not with her and you care for her.
Is this love, or is it plain infatuation? Is love the next stage of infatuation, or is infatuation almost always doomed to fizzle out?
How you you know if you really care for the person out of love, or if you care for the person because you just really want to be around that person?
Its hard to maintain a balance with the tumult of emotions chasing each other accross your mind. One day, you are happy just to hear her voice, and the next you are staring at the phone waiting for a text message to arrive from her, so that you can atleast call her. Will she take the call, or will she say she's busy? Would she want me to call back later, or would she feel I am too intrusive?
Its a fine line to walk, where you are not sure how much to persist and yet you are afraid of letting a good thing slip by you.
Such is life, and such are matters of the heart. A rollercoaster of emotions at best, a seat of thorns at worst. Maybe its simple better sometimes to let go and do what your guts tell you to do, within the limit of being reasonable. Or is it ?
Maybe its more appropriate to backup a bit and consider the context. Assume you know a person very well, and like that person. Like your favorite dish, you like to hang out with that person, when you are with her you want to keep talking on, you want time to go slower so that you can observe each detail - the lines on the face, the angle of the lips when they part to smile, the ups and downs of the voice, and her posture while you walk, taking pleasure in the small fact that she's slowing down to a crawl so that you two can talk more. You think of her when you are not with her and you care for her.
Is this love, or is it plain infatuation? Is love the next stage of infatuation, or is infatuation almost always doomed to fizzle out?
How you you know if you really care for the person out of love, or if you care for the person because you just really want to be around that person?
Its hard to maintain a balance with the tumult of emotions chasing each other accross your mind. One day, you are happy just to hear her voice, and the next you are staring at the phone waiting for a text message to arrive from her, so that you can atleast call her. Will she take the call, or will she say she's busy? Would she want me to call back later, or would she feel I am too intrusive?
Its a fine line to walk, where you are not sure how much to persist and yet you are afraid of letting a good thing slip by you.
Such is life, and such are matters of the heart. A rollercoaster of emotions at best, a seat of thorns at worst. Maybe its simple better sometimes to let go and do what your guts tell you to do, within the limit of being reasonable. Or is it ?
posted by Dream Runner | 5:37 AM
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