but we love so quickly and
immediately that sometimes we forget to be patient. To make it last. To
remember that passion ebbs and flows.
We say we want the real, true thing,
and that we want it with one person, forever.
But we’re addicted to the infatuation
side of love too, and sometimes, when that’s over, we don’t know what to do
with ourselves.
We forget that forever is forever,
with boring moments and periods of plateauing and unsexy choices, unlike the
intensely emotional two-hour films that make love seem gorgeously painful and
gratifying and consuming, always.
We want love to be fast, instant, and
available, so that we don’t even have time to think.
We want love to be a commodity,
because that’s what makes the most sense to us, because that’s how everything
in our world works.
We see something, we’re told we’re
supposed to want it, and then we focus all our attention on attaining it.
Love is best understood by us when it
is something to get.
We swipe and message and snap and
like and friend, because we want the “I like you too” part so badly.
And then once we get it, we’re unsure
of what to do next.
It’s always been about the race – to
find someone to settle down with so that we’re not the last one standing alone.
It’s been a race since the beginning of time. It’s an understandable fear and
an understandable worry.
But it’s even worse now, because now
the race is public – broadcast on every screen in front of our eyes, with
constant reminders about whether or not we have found someone.
And we not only have reminders how
about our relationship status, but multiple platforms on which we can be
rejected.
And even when do find it, sometimes
the beautifully ordinary moments slip right through our fingers, the ones where
we hold hands in our sleep and laugh at something together that would never be
funny in any other situation.
Because we are so used to these
things that we think there is nothing special about them.
We have seen too many high high’s and
carefully crafted engagement announcements and perfectly written scenes to
remember that the little things can also make for equally strong building
blocks in love.
WRITTEN BY : KIM QUINDLEN
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