When we think of love, do we wish to give or receive? The answer is personal and includes both, but not always.

Let’s begin with reception. We wish to be loved, to feel it, and recognize the other’s patience and fixed attention.

Who doesn’t want to be heard, known, and understood? No one.

We dream of three words. Many wish they could speak the exact phrase unafraid: to utter “I love you” while holding the hand of the beloved and viewing eyes full of color, luster, and lust only for you. There is freedom and risk in this; a tightrope walk to a fuller life or a shattered heart.

We hope to be taken seriously, beyond appearance, to the recognition of our wholeness — neither objectified nor commodified. Sex, yes, but more. Tenderness, concern, sacrifice, poetry, and astonishment, too.

Flowers and candy are desirable but don’t necessarily convey much thought.

Which flowers? What kind of candy? Do you know her favorites? 

The best gift tells of a search for what will bring tears to this person and no other because such a present comes from insight, awareness, and comprehension of a non-generic heart.

Love is the unmarked path from complexity to simplicity — intense but easeful in the end, alive with smiles, humor, and touch. 

You extend yourself not to create indebtedness but because you wish your partner joy, and her joyfulness pleases you.

As the French call it, amour exists in the space before and after scent and sensuality. It lives between seeing and hearing, words spoken and those unsaid. There is a back and forth to it, a fullness inside to the point of bursting.

To be in love seeks no replacement part or participant. Someone new is unnecessary. It does not wait for a more fitting other, more dazzling magic, a trade of this for that as if dealing in stocks and bonds.

There are always possible substitutes, but the lover does not seek them like next year’s cellphone, with new features and claims of more than you imagined.

The nature of “the one” creates beauty lasting in the eye even when other heads no longer turn in her direction. You see her image afresh, permanently as she was.

Bonded hearts contain shared challenges and friendship, as well as intellectual admiration. The sensation is like an anesthetic trance you wish to last forever. The appreciation of the other fills your hours and fuels the want to say “yes” and give until the waterfall crests. 

Some important advice: do not take this wondrous state for granted. You must renew its lease. 

A living, loving romance is playfulness and laughter. Youthful when aged, the grateful amazement and contradiction of excitement amidst stillness. Secure because you are not alone and as close to oneness as possible.

How do you know it isn’t an illusion? You don’t, not yet, maybe never, though it helps to share histories and hardships, your separate worlds before you joined them.

Here is an unreal reality worth seeking. That at least once, when together, the world will disappear. Then, no women or men shall exist but the two of you. Call yourselves Adam and Eve, or whatever names and genders apply.

And when you eat from the tree of knowledge, you will know who stands before you as if for the first time.

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The photo is the 1898 work of Frank Eugene, initially published in Camera Work. It is called Adam and Eve, sourced from Wikimedia Commons.