Love or Infatuation?
When I look into his eyes, I see stars and galaxies. I see his ambition and drive. His wants and needs. I see things about him that he could never see himself. I imagine myself with him forever. His arms are so strong, and his lips so tender. He smiles for no one, but me.
As every day passes, I miss him greatly. I never expected him to want to understand me. That’s the thing about infatuation; you get caught up in the complexities of someone else’s existence. If it weren’t for infatuation, love would only be a distant thought of a bohemian lunatic.
We obsess over strangers and find ways to relate to them. First drawn in by their mannerisms and charisma, then fall hopeless to each unforgiving detail they have to offer about themselves. Maybe it is infatuation that keeps a relationship alive. When you feel you have nothing more to discover about a person, boredom creeps up and the human mind looks for a new challenge. Sometimes a conflict is created to redeem any last sparks. I guess that’s why hobbies are so important in a marriage. Hobbies keep the mind busy and distract from picking apart their current loved one.
Or maybe… it’s just MY mind that seeks, destroys and conquers the emotions of others, leaving me on an endless search for love.
Do people just settle for their current fling? Or do they choose to get so entangled with one person, that neither of them could ever leave?
Out of all the choices in life, how does one decide to cash it all in for millions of experiences with the same person, day in and day out? Do we just take a feeling and run with it? Is there a difference between infatuation and love?
The odd part is find myself loving and caring for so many people, but never “in- love” with any one person. Only mesmerized when I first meet them.