Not Infatuation but Love

I've had my own fair share of infatuations. I still blush out of sheer embarrassment every time I'd remember the objections of these infatuations. I would even cringe when I would remember how I embarrassed myself!

It's funny how love is so different from being infatuated. Sometimes, I'd find myself amaze about how I, sometimes, finish a meal with my husband without us saying any word at all. It didn't even occurred to us that we should talk. We were just so comfortable with each other that we need not speak without getting all flustered up -- without even noticing that we haven't spoken for 30 minutes or so.

I remember my bestfriend telling me, "I'm in love."
And I thought, "In just two weeks, bes?!"
But then I remembered she said she's in love. I guess there lies the difference of being in the state of being "in love" and actually "loving" someone.

What's the difference?

I cannot say it any better than this --

That is what infatuation is: the creation of an image of someone, without advising that someone as to what the image is… But it was different from love. Love was worth everything, and couldn’t be exchanged for anything.
(The Valkyries)

Love is what remains after the firecrackers.
It is the ember of the flaming fire.
It is the aftermath of a home run.
It is the silent breathing after a long night of passion.
It is the silent morning after a storm.

Ironically, love takes in the fire from firecrackers, the thrill of a home run, the passion of sex, the rage of a storm and creates something better from all of it. It creates something eternal.