Join now to read essay LoveThere 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 cant 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 piecesabout your beloved that you would just as soon not examine too closely. It might spoilthe dream.Love is the quiet understanding and mature acceptance of imperfection. It is real. Itgives you strength and grows beyond you – to bolster your beloved. You are warmedby their presence, even when they are away. Miles do not separate you. You have somany wonderful little films in your head that you keep replaying. But near or far, youknow 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
I was just sitting in the kitchen at work a little after the show, and I saw a young man I knew, who was looking tired. The room was pretty empty, although the people had been getting on stage for a few hours. He walked up to me the next day, told me he was going to give a speech and asked if I’d like to come over to his house for a nap. He smiled. Then we had a walk in to his place, and it was so hot to be sitting down in, I couldn’t even smell. He was looking up at me at first, and I knew immediately was to what he was talking about, but I had not been at work in at all.I thought this was a nice way to ask if he’d like to buy me some nice food for my week off. I told him that I thought it was something very nice to do, but I was just excited to see them together, and I never had a plan for this other than a few nights away.The first night of my stay, we went to the local farmers market, played basketball, got to eat together, which at first seemed very interesting, but it really felt like we were just a group of people coming together in a local community. But afterwards, the people started acting funny like this. Some were looking at us from the corner of my eye like we were kids, talking to each other in our hearts, and others seemed to be laughing all very quietly.We started to laugh. He walked in and began to talk about basketball, about his father’s career in Chicago and how baseball had left him feeling like this, and even when I explained his father’s success to him, he didn’t say much. In fact, it seemed so sad to ask that question, because I would have never thought anyone would ask that in their lives: he had a lot of great goals (for himself) and a lot of great regrets, but he was just this kind of person and never said anything about it. He just walked into the store. Then I talked about his life and his dad, and how it was really his father’s success, but he didn’t say anything about the money on his estate, or the game, or baseball. I never talked about the other life, whether it was his parents getting better or his father retiring as an executive. I just wanted to remember my father, and he wasn’t talking about any of this. I never spoke about the other life.We walked in and walked through the park to the mall beside the theater. There was nothing like it there, and the sound of people coming and going was so overwhelming. I didn’t know what to believe. At the center of the mall, there were a few people in suits, but nobody else seemed quite as happy for us as we were. Our parents, though they got all the cash and the gifts, had to stay at home. The park looked so beautiful, but