Infatuation and Love 1
Tuesday, April 21st, 2009I borrow the title of a book of Alberoni. He made me discover the duality of feelings between infatuation and love. Blog is a complicated, that is likely to painting over different posts, different aspects of something that is difficult to define. What is infatuation? what is love? are two degrees of the same, such as large and massive? are two aspects of the same, such as water and ice? or are actually different things, different feelings?
Let me explain. We've all been in love once, and have to be in contact (physical, telephone) continuous with the beloved. Thousand calls a day, zillions sms, emails, letters ... and we looked like when we were separated from him, that we needed air to breathe, we had a hole in his chest.
Over time, continuing the relationship, we (or not) to live together, is irrelevant, after two or three years, this dependence of e, the other person is no longer so pressing, it has smoothing. We realize that cost us more or less it will cost, but the other no longer occupies the entire space in our thoughts. We can think of a labor strategy, a change of car, or just in something else not related to the beloved.
What has happened? love is gone? no, we still want the other person. This person who we were in love (I'll talk in male, may be in love if you are female) is still there, living with us, being the father of our children, or our favorite lover who has a home setting and not ours, is equal to the case. The fact is that we want, not custom, but in truth, physical desire, wanting to be close, with laughter, tears, arguments and in general everything that makes a life.
But we can survive even if we talked to the last two hours.
Where are we? where the sense of loss felt? you want less?
No, I want different. We can say "I'm in love with him / her" but that "I'm in love" is not the'm in love with the first six months. It is, say, an adult I'm in love, for I am in love with a teenager. And age has nothing to do, I have seen teenage infatuations worthy of Twilight, at fifty
