Fact from fiction, truth from diction. Infatuation, in a nut shell, is predicated on how the person who is the catalyst presents themselves. It is about hair, clothes, physical features, street cred, etc. a hodgepodge of surface things that has no depth or legs. It is like going to the amusement park, it is exciting, colorful, festive, but after a time you get bored because there is no substance to it. Your home is not glamorous, in a general sense, but it is where your stuff is, your life’s anchor, where you feel safe and secure. Infatuation has no real commitment when things get rough, it is all about the good times never a focus on the rough, or day in day out grind of it. You can look at it this way:
Love is like owning.
Infatuation is like renting.
Love is like having the deed.
Infatuation is like having a rental agreement.
Love is like forever and a day.
Infatuation is like moment by moment.
Love is like your spouse is truly yours until death.
Infatuation is like it is just a mate until something else better comes.
Love is like wanting to move your furniture in and never leaving.
Infatuation is like moving as little in because you are scared you can’t move out.
Love is commitment.
Infatuation is having an exit strategy.
Love is more people who have made up their minds.
Infatuation is for those who are unsure and still thinking about it.
Love is like the full course meal.
Infatuation is like sampling food off the buffet tray.
Love is for those who feel they made the right choice.
Infatuation is for those who are scared they are making a mistake.
Love is like the meal that you leave the table wanting to undo your top button on your slacks, while infatuation always leaves you hungry no matter how much you eat.