Being in love is one of the most exciting and rewarding feelings in life. You can get addicted to it. The problem is that the “in love” feeling can’t last forever. It requires newness, for one thing. For another, you just can’t stay in a permanent state of excitement. It becomes your normal state, and is no longer excitement.
In love, should it last, becomes love, which is a more long term, but less exciting and compulsive thing. Being in love doesn’t necessarily guarantee love will follow.
I don’t understand the people who think there is only one person for them in life. I think that’s a fairy tale. The trick is seeing whether you can carry that feeling on to a more long term thing. I’ve been in love many times in my life. It carried on into four relationships of a year or more. I never wanted to marry anyone until I met my wife, who, perhaps because it was that time in my life, I felt like I could spend the rest of my life with.
That’s no guarantee. Marriage can be tough. Life can come between the two of you, and you can slowly grow more and more distant. Then other people start to look more and more attractive. So many people have affairs. Half the people get divorced. For them, there is more than one “ones” should they get remarried. Then again, some marriages are for convenience. For being a team. For helping each other through life.
I don’t think being in love should be given the import that most people place on it. I think it means more to young people, especially when it’s the first time they feel it. If you’ve felt it a number of times, you start to realize that it’s a kind of high that you want, sometimes over and over again. Some people, such as myself, are love junkies. It’s something I have to constantly work to stop giving into it. There are many wonderful women I’ve met —wonderful enough to fall in love with, although not, I think, people who I could have a long term relationship with. Anyway, I don’t want anything but to be able to get back to my wife and stay with her.