I've received an email from an agency in Paris yesterday. Flattering and speechless. It's really something dreamy. Then it hit me, I am turning 28 and my confidence level is not the same anymore when I was 20!! Though I still know how to walk in high heels and rock it. But then again, I'm 28, well almost! Pff.
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don't blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Because, that's the thing about love, really. No one will love you how you want to be loved, they'll love you in the only ways they know how. Life throws everyone down drastically different paths so how can we expect everyone to love in the same way? The person you'll spend your lifetime with will love you in their way and you'll love in yours, and maybe you'll meet in the middle and it'll last. None of us know what we're doing, you see, we're just fumbling for matches in the dark. If you're lucky, you might eventually just strike the right one. $)