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–Falling in love, Staying in love, Growing your love, Enjoying your love.
“I believe in love.”
Sometimes I can’t believe that I would ever say, or write, those words.
Having been burned by men, time and time again, I resigned myself to become the cool, single, Aunt who would have a great house and lots of super-awesome dogs. I decided to lock my heart up with the cynical belief that love isn’t real.
The disney movies, the romance novels, it was all BS.
Anyway, when I least expected it, I realized I was locked in the front cart of the Roller Coaster ride called love—and I couldn’t hop off.
Looking back, I see what the course love took for me. Although I am convinced the path to love is different for all of us, I wish I could have had someone give me a peek into what falling in love—real love—is like.
So, this article is for those of us who are curious, like me, to hear one person’s experience of falling in love, staying in love, growing love, and enjoying love.
Here’s a little background.
I fell in love with my best friend. We had known each other for many years, there had always been an undercurrent of chemistry, then one day it just ignited.
Since then, we have been blessed with many more years, travels, experiences and challenges together. I count my blessings everyday for the man that asked me to be his wife years ago. I now know what true love—real love—is. (Thank you, babe.)
The closest analogy I found to describe love is an Amusement Park.
Hey now, before we get all excited for fun and games, remember that amusement parks also terrify, create frustration and anxiety and sometimes make us want to throw up.
A Roller Coaster is what I equate to falling in love. It’s a delicious mix of pheromones, hormones, and chemistry. Anticipation, breathlessness, excitement, arousal, and a lot of energetic feelings swimming around in our minds, our hearts, our bellies, and of course below the belt—if you catch my drift.
Love swept me away. Our roller coaster was jam packed with the highest of highs, lowest of lows and some loop-dee-loops.
The moments of butterflies in my stomach, the tightness deep in my belly, the desire to devour all the love we could get our hands on. The out of breath moments—excitement, frustration, lust, happiness. The date nights and especially the morning afters.
The smiles greeting every morning, knowing we are with the one that makes our heart beat a staccato rhythm, even with a few skipped beats. We did crazy things, had ridiculous fun, cried from sorrow and laughter and everything in between. Everything that was not-so-pleasant, confusing, or even down right terrible, was viewed through the tint of rose coloured glasses, sunsets and sparks.
The momentum from my fall carried me through, rushing down the tracks of the roller coaster, spinning and soaring, dipping and flying.
But then, about a year later, the roller coaster slowed due to friction. I had these thoughts come creeping in.
“Does that mean this is over? Am I out of love? This isn’t so easy anymore. Is this relationship done?”
After the intense Roller Coaster beginning, the ups the downs, the crazy-ment, finally
the resistance had come in. This part of my path, staying in love, I equate to the Fun House. (If I’m being completely honest, sometimes the House of Mirrors and even Horrors!)
We were trying to weave our way through the maze of twists, turns and corners—all while trying to hold on to each other. Declaring what we need, what we won’t accept and what we desire. We painfully discovered what we’re capable of giving and what we’re willing to do.
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