Kim C wrote: . With friends it is a different thing, it just grows and it's there without you hardly realizing it.

Yeah, that's been my experience, too -- either that, or, as with puppies, and babies, and parents, the love is just sort of there, like it's as much a part of the person as their nose, or their voice: the person is there, the love is there, and they've never been apart.

So right (almost typed "write ;-)) now, I'm swinging between two options:

1) falling in love with language as a child, realizing how it could change my world. As some of you know, I cannot walk in the conventional sense, and never could(hence my rich and varied experience with falling :-)), so where other kids ran around and acted silly with their bodies, so I did with my language. It also "opened up" my world, and led me to new places (much as a relationship with a person expands your world)]

or

2) how most of the love is our lives is not fallen into, and how that's probably for the best, or we'd all be pretty plum exausted.