I have often wondered what is the worst part of being in love. Whether it is the feeling of suddenly putting someone else's needs and wants over your own, which seems counter intuitive for survival, or whether it is the way that we suddenly abandon all the things that are routine for some a new, scary role: significant other.
Or is the worst part of being in love that moment where you realize that you are no longer in love? I am reminded of it because of a close friend of mine. While words can only convey so much, just the opening sentence has left me thinking of all the times I have been in love - the times where I have wanted and craved someone more than I thought possible and the moment where I realized that no matter how much I felt towards them, no matter how much I cared for them, the way things were going would never make us happy and we could never be more than a 'you and I' situation. And I walked away. Or, if I was lucky, I was walked away from.
Thinking about it, that does seem to be the worst part of love. The part where love is lost. And yes, I have known people who find it again. Who manage to works through all the possible situations that can dim and sometimes extinguish what we feel for another person, but most of the time, I think it just fades and dies. I think falling out of love is perhaps the most hurtful part of any relationship. Because it takes time. Because in the flash of memory, years later and continents away, a flash of a memory can make you fall in love all over again - with the idea of the person that you cared for - and then you have to work through falling out of love all over again.
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