au_muses January prompt: When do you know it's love?
When do you know it's love?
Anyone who thinks love is some sort of thunderbolt-revelation-giant epiphany is spending too much time watching Disney movies. That “when” doesn’t exist. You don’t “fall”, unless maybe you’re really clumsy. You don’t wake up one morning and decide to be “in love” with someone.
Love just is. There aren’t any grand passions involved. It’s not very poetic. Sometimes it’s infuriating, but it’s not, in my experience, sublime. In fact, it’s pretty mundane.
There wasn’t a particular moment I knew I was in love with him. It just was. No epiphany, no poetry, no Disney duet. I guess he’s been part of my life for too long to have that sort of thing happen. I could talk about the moment I realized I was attracted to him, but that’s not the same thing at all, despite the fact that most idiots these days confuse lust and love all the time. Maybe I loved him long before I was attracted to him. Or maybe I didn’t love him until long after we started having sex.
We just live together. We share a life. That’s love, and I won’t get any more poetic than that.
Word count: 192
Anyone who thinks love is some sort of thunderbolt-revelation-giant epiphany is spending too much time watching Disney movies. That “when” doesn’t exist. You don’t “fall”, unless maybe you’re really clumsy. You don’t wake up one morning and decide to be “in love” with someone.
Love just is. There aren’t any grand passions involved. It’s not very poetic. Sometimes it’s infuriating, but it’s not, in my experience, sublime. In fact, it’s pretty mundane.
There wasn’t a particular moment I knew I was in love with him. It just was. No epiphany, no poetry, no Disney duet. I guess he’s been part of my life for too long to have that sort of thing happen. I could talk about the moment I realized I was attracted to him, but that’s not the same thing at all, despite the fact that most idiots these days confuse lust and love all the time. Maybe I loved him long before I was attracted to him. Or maybe I didn’t love him until long after we started having sex.
We just live together. We share a life. That’s love, and I won’t get any more poetic than that.
Word count: 192