I've been infatuated.....that rollercoaster every time you see him, that yearning when he's not there, that feeling that you cannot comprehend life without him, that tidal wave of joy when you greet him, osscilating between smugness and sweet melancholy.

And then I truly fell in love. The rollercoaster has changed to an intense deep breath that you could pull in forever if only your lungs weren't so small, gone is the melancholy ( I still get smug though ). Life without him will have have to be dealt with, should it come to pass, but I have no time for thoughts like that. The joy on greeting is still there and I still miss him when he's away, more than I expect. I have lived with him for a decade and I'm still learning about him and I love that this is so, it creates the idea of vast potential. Who needs the world? I have a universe to hold.

(There will be a small pause whilst the bucket is passed round : ) )

In both cases I have genuinley experienced the sensation of falling or having my personal world tilt. The major difference, I would say, between the two (infatuation and love ) is that infatuation is marked by the inability of one or both parties to change and still feel the same toward the other. Love, however, is all about change. I have grown and changed with all the loves of my life, be they my parents, syblings, my friends or my beloved. I don't know how else to put it. Maybe I'll go away and think on it some more. A very good thread.

TTFN M'Lady P.