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Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being 'in love' which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away and love usually leads a person into falling "in love"

"falling in love" is primarily narcissism , while "loving" is generous and selfless .
We call it "falling" because we tell ourselves and everyone else that it's out of our control, which very conveniently provides the perfect excuse to cover all the damage we do to each other.

There are only two intertwining phases to love. One, is the initial connecting of the body, mind, heart, and spirit. The second is
the succession of choices made over and over that contribute to the living love that two people end up with in their relationship.

Love is no joke. It’s a lot of work. Working to overcome your fears of intimacy, trust, and even a dawning happiness. I know that sounds strange but being happy can be a daunting task.

People falling in love with each other first fall in love with themselves as they see who they are or who they wish to be in their partner.

Loving somebody is a series of choices we make daily for the opportunity to experience
the original rush of love. As we fall more deeply in love with ourselves, we are able to cultivate the most powerful tools required for an enduring, loving relationship to another: trust, kindness, patience, motivation, inspiration, and joy.

Everyone can fall in love , but having and sustaining the opportunity to love someone, is a privilege.


  1. Love can never be one sided, it is always unconditional, falling in love or giving love or taking love, always love is something you can call previlidge. Just sweet words in this article.

    1. Thanks. You are right to mention that love is unconditional.


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