When a relationship is meant to be, love comes to fill the void that the departure of infatuation and the excitement of constantly newfound discoveries about the other person leaves behind.
But this sort of love’s arrival can hurt, because there is in it an absence of the intensity that was present earlier in the days of first infatuation. There are fewer sleepless nights. There are fewer moments of utter enthrallment over small details. One is willing to pass up on far fewer things for the other person. One regains much of one’s sense of self.
But there is a counterbalancing new sense of perpetuity to the relationship to accompany the loss of passion. One reaches a point where the world becomes incomprehensible without the other person. And this is the sort of love that truly makes life valuable, even though it is easily valued less than the feeling of infatuation.
Very well put, JMW. I actually have recently found my first love. I can relate to how there seems a slight loss of exitement about each day and night I see her, although the feeling that replaces it is far more passionate and deeper.
Hope your move goes well, I hope to hear from, or even perhaps see you soon!
Best Wishes
-Jason