I was in love with a guy named Keith. I thought he was the love of my life. He was my best friend, and I chased him for 3 years before he finally fell in love with me. About 6 months after that, I fell out of love with him and was infatuated, but I couldn’t tell the difference… we were together 5 years. You do the math.
After that, I was in love with a guy named Brad. I thought, “okay, now THIS is love.” I lost my job three months after we were together, and I don’t know if depression did it or what, but it seems like just at the point where we were going to be comfortable together and settle into that typical couple routine, my life got turned on its side and the transition of the relationship couldn’t survive the transition of my life. Kept telling myself I loved him though. We were together 2½ years total. Do the math. Are we seeing a pattern?
This time though… this time I can say with 100% certainty that it is DIFFERENT. I am in love. I am not infatuated, obsessed, or clingy because of low self esteem. This really, for the first time, feels like the one. I can’t describe the difference… I wish I could, since I’m not really answering your question. There is a passion here that didn’t exist in either of the other two relationships. There is a trust, an understanding… a deep, intense need for eachother’s love.