When is that precise moment in time where you know you are in love with someone? and is that point in time an actual certainty, a separate identity, or is it merely a flow of now into the future. With ambivalent feelings and emotions such as hate and love one cannot really know when they happen, they just do. It doesn't mean you have to know the person for long, the period is irrelevant and at times so are the circumstances. In fact the more strange the circumstances the more astute the occasion. Love happens, there isn't a reason for it, there isn't a right time for it (as lot of people profess who claim to be an authority on love) one fine day, or one minute you know that you are in love with a person.
There are theories on non-existence of romantic love, it is defined as fascination or infatuation, or perhaps physical attraction which wears off with time, but I am beginning believe (despite everything) there is a genuine love, a true feeling of deep passion and regard and physical attraction to another and it does not require the possession of that person - it just is a art of your being, your existence.
Butterflies in the stomach may be signs of initial feelings, but the real ones last beyond that.... there was a time where I stopped believing in love but could I be changing now this very minute and falling in love?
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