Falling in love is one of life's most profound experiences. The first time it ever happened to me, I was eleven, and I found it quite a challenge to be in love.
On the surface, it's a journey filled with joy, discovery, challenges, and growth, but it can also involve feelings of shame, embarrassment, and self-doubt.
With age, as the experience of loving someone is more appreciated, I now cherish the moments and let the adventure of love transform my life.
Love truly opens my heart, broadens my horizons, and adds empathy and compassion to my days.
The person I am in love with does not love me back; she actually pushes me away. And that is fine. I realized that this experience is mine. She (let's call her 'Anne') does not have anything to do with it. It is just me being around Anne, seeing her, and having these feelings for her.
Of course, I was clear that I had a weak spot for her.
Reflecting on this whole new episode in my romantic life, I realize that Anne does not have to love me back; she is not bound to anything. What she did, (without knowing or realizing it), was trigger a deep sense of longing in me. She ignited that craving for human connection, and I fell in love with her.
But I don't know her well enough to commit to anything. She is an external expression of my desire to love someone. If I were pursuing her, being an insistent romantic dude always sending her messages or asking her out, she would freak out (as she should).
I enjoy the warm feeling of loving her in secret and acknowledge that I am open to meeting someone. I also recognize that the person I am looking for might have some personality traits I find attractive in Anne. Of course, I would prefer that special someone to be Anne, but I will not insist on it.
