I have loved many. And by many I mean 3 and 1/2. These chosen few earned my love and forever have possession of it. For each of the instances of love I've experienced, even the half, I knew, once the feeling was established that I would indeed love them forever. I have yet to decide if it was my intention to love them forever or if that is just how it ended up. Either way, I was positive the love would never just disappear. Yet for as much as I knew the love would extend forever, it became evident at one point or another that the relationship would not be so lucky. The love would always outlive the relationship and then it came to me. Love, as a standalone emotion, is not enough to sustain a relationship. And that is very sad. Or is it?
It is starling when you realize love isn't enough. It is like being splashed in the face with an ice cold bucket of water. First there is shock, then anger and then a mess to clean up. The reason for this is that you are forced to then ask yourself the scary question of what is enough, if not love. Early on, when you first begin to experience love in those teenage/early 20's, the only thing you manage to focus on is love and how much of it you can give and receive. You are taught unofficially from those relationships that love is first, everything else comes second. I'm not sure when the message becomes clear that love isn't enough. Maybe it’s when you have the gut wrenching experience of ending your first relationship for some reason, usually not for lack of love.
I agree a relationship will have a difficult road to travel if there is no love as the foundation. But as an adult, to get to the action of love, you must first learn to trust, understand and accept the object of your affection. When any of those are broken, the love suffers. (Although it doesn't usually disappear) And you find yourself wondering why a relationship built on love and nurtured by it cannot survive on it?
Thoughts?
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