In Full Bloom, Photo by BradensEye

Longing for love is a spirited initiation into patience. Eagerness lies closely, as the lion shrouded in tall grass marking his moving dinner, waiting to pounce. What does it take to be properly seduced? Some rely on beauty and make certain to prepare their appearance all the time. An open mind tumbling authenticity may reel in a good catch. A fondness for passion is akin to sibling affairs. All at once you may have intense friendship bonding and rivalry alike. Desire without maturity is a repeated punch to the gut. Darkness does feast on me a while. My infatuation with romance is a rhythmic rotation of illumination. Unwilling to give up on the love of my life, I decipher as much as I’m able about the why’s and why not’s when the shine is upon me.

In life, you have to take the pace that love goes. You don’t force it. You just don’t force love, you don’t force falling in love, you don’t force being in love — you just become. I don’t know how to say that in English, but you just feel it. ~Juan Pablo Galavis

I’ve let winter hibernate me and spring wash my sorrows clean. Now it’s time to dig in for what I consider the height of loving. It’s that time of year when I want to chuck my clothing into the closet and take off in next to nothing. Summer is a poster child for love. The sun beams a beacon of warmth, encouraging us to gather, relax, and play as her rainbows sink each night until she’ll reaffirm her adoration over and over again. With the glare like flashes of focus on the Hollywood red carpet, I entreat the spotlight pop on me. I want someone to make me shiver with ecstasy, riding my waves as easily as the pro-surfer coasts toward the ocean shore. Scintillating details galore form effortlessly, especially in wakes of time I’ve been without intimacy a longer stretch. Life with every minutia unveiled in love just feels exhilarating!

Falling in love is easy. Falling in love with the same person repeatedly is extraordinary. ~Crystal Woods

We are free to love or not. A whole lot or in tiny spurts. Why we love hearkens a seven-course meal. We may start with a nibble. Then we devour a main squeeze fully. Perhaps we left room for a second helping after that. Taking a little on the side shows up next that is hard for many to refuse. Something sweet comes along later. Finally, we enjoy a closer to wrap up all the preceding consumption. For as often as I’ve lost love and been brutally befallen by risking with love, I love being in love. All the same, I haven’t (yet) received all the affection I would like. I believe I’m at the midpoint of my unrequited amorousity. Sentimentally, I keep paying attention to ‘dining’, hoping my turn shows up soon. Staying in a love relationship for life is my greatest curiosity. As exceptional as I find the male species, this belle remains bemused. This flower faithfully anticipating the rupture of true love.

First best is falling in love. Second best is being in love. Least best is falling out of love. But any of it is better than never having been in love. ~Maya Angelou

That we love is the exposure defining our honest essence. Falling in love is about this profundity that asks you to forget all the spacial physics you could ever learn. Love is a devotion without a one-directional gravitational pull. Instead, here is a cycle that will speed you up, tear you sideways, spin you silly, and swirl your emotions from outer orbit to troughs of trouble. Trying to steer completely clear of sharing love in your life might as well be a strike against your existence. We don’t have to do it all the same way, but loving is living to a full extent. Us optimizing uber-poistive love junkies are reminding you the weight of a good bout with love. The meaning of sharing our forever is the simplicity of an infinity connect. I’m bound to matter if you know me intimately.

Sometimes the person you fall for isn’t ready to catch you. ~Unknown

Love is a guru, whether he’s agreed to be yours or not. I’ve garnered a bountiful bouquet, having loved in so many colors. My clearly Caucasian white-girl tone interesting and indestructible across cultures and races. How we love is chock full of life lessons. My first opposing color exchange was with a black America’s Cup mate. I still hold a soft spot for the African-American ex-pro-football player. Mr. Hispanic tousled sheets and intelligence I’ll never forget. There was the East Indian Bollywood star fling one carousing eve in Beverly Hills with posh friends. Likewise, the Indian I locked eyes with upon the train tracks along some desolate stop. Me wondering where we’d be together now if only we’d tried to exchange words or a touch instead of glances. A Fijian tryst by full moonlight almost caused me to move my everything into a hut to be with him. One Italian gave me crabs (not the cute beach pet kind), while another traded sexual whispers after our professional airport encounter. Then the ‘Greek God’ who worked at the seductive honey shop on the island of Mykonos. Lingering over the French man’s language alone stirred all that I am. An enchanting smattering of typical Americans, from a movie star to heavy Irish heritage like me, has also been tossed amongst all of these. Budding love still awaits.

Don’t fall in love; rise with it. ~Amit Abraham

May we all be so lucky in love that inspiration spreads far and wide where everyone can taste it, exclaiming the “ahhhhh” sound.

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