Love

There is something that I wanted to tell you for the longest. It has been crossing through my mind and it has really been bothering me. You are probably wondering why I am writing to you, but it is because of our relationship. I think that you are getting infatuation and love mixed up. Some people can't tell the difference, thinking they

are in love but really it is a deep infatuation.

Infatuation is instant desire - one set of glands calling to another.Love is friendship that has caught fire. It takes root and grows, one day at a time. Infatuation is marked by a feeling of insecurity. You are excited and eager, but not

genuinely happy. There are nagging doubts, unanswered questions, little bits and pieces

about your beloved that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoil

the dream.

Love is the quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. It

gives you strength and grows beyond you - to bolster your beloved. You are warmed

by their presence, even when they are away. Miles do not separate you. You have so

many wonderful little films in your head that you keep replaying. But near or far, you

know they are yours, and you can wait.

I suddenly started remembering, not with a regretful feeling but with a lot of compassion, the time we really were together, the time we used to share to the full our emotions, wishes and hopes. I remembered everything we'd already lived together and I missed it! Strange that I've remembered those things, but that's because I feel you're becoming so distant... And yet, for me this is just the confirmation