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infatuation
|-ˌfa ch oōˈā sh ən| noun
ORIGIN mid 16th cent.: from Latin infatuat- ‘made foolish,’ from the verb infatuare, from in- ‘into’ + fatuus ‘foolish.’
Infatuation is the state of being completely carried away by unreasoned passion or love: ‘expresses the headlong libidinal attraction'[1] of addictive love. Usually, one is inspired with an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone.

Someone once, in describing their feelings for me, suggested I didn’t realize how infatuated they were with me and it struck a chord of fear and left me a little cold.
Perhaps I was over thinking it
but its definition contains words such as fleeting and short-lived.
It’s an intense but ultimately briefly felt emotion
and then where does that leave us?
Once I calmed down a little, I started to think maybe it is just a normal and necessary part of what becomes a long-term relationship
the initial obsession is a crash course in the object of your affection.
You spend every minute you can together,
ask questions about everything you think of
and hopefully get to know the other person as well as you can
(though admittedly through the filter of our own feelings and experiences)
Where it can all fall down is what happens when the infatuation wears off,
when normal creeps in
and routine balances things out.
Do you still want to know,
do you still care?
They may not be in your every waking thought
but are they at least the first thing you think of when you wake
and the last before you sleep?
Do you still look forward to seeing them when you’ve made plans
and start to miss them before you’re apart?
So you don’t feel like everything stops when you’re together
and the world still has some colour when you’re apart
but you do miss them
and coming home to them is… coming home?
If your answer is yes, then there is still so much to look forward to.
I think, if you’re really lucky, this is the best part.
Passion can still flare,
lust isn’t all forgotten
and the feeling of being in love may ebb and flow but love abides.
Fear is a memory to be laughed at, though you now have more than ever to lose. Insecurities are assuaged,
egos stroked,
compromise comes with compassion.
So maybe just enjoy the infatuation,
feel it deeply and sincerely
and then when things seem to lose their luster
and the harsh realities of life intrude,
just remember it.

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