I am romantic, yes, and I like romantic songs.
But I realize that many of those songs reveal a great confusion that is very common among the public.
They call love what is only a physical attraction. The irresistible desire not to share life with another person, but just to enjoy her/his body.
That is why so many songs mention love but talk about the skin.
It’s something that some people call infatuation; a kind of craziness that does not stop until she or he becomes ours.
Something that could last for a certain time and then, comes to an end, mostly because the part that looked for it feels already satisfied, and sooner than later, will think about someone else to repeat that cycle of enthusiasm, feverish passion, intimacy, and then, another end.
I am quite aware that many people live this way.
But that does not amount to either represents real love. That exquisite and superior feeling that is reserved for those who have a fine spirit and know about life with quality.
Love is not just the skin, a way to say the whole body of a beautiful woman or a handsome man.
Love is a deep feeling that deals with the other as a human being, as someone with brain and feelings, someone to be respected and cherished.
Love implies sharing the whole life, with ups and downs, with health and sickness, with normalcy and pandemic.
Love implies being ready to live together all the alternatives that the existence is presenting to one another.
Love is something to be developed between two individuals reciprocally and mutually.
Love is living for the other, sharing with the other, without reservation, without restrictions, including sex of course, but much more than that.
Love is the total union of two that become one.
Unless this point is reached, don’t be confused, what you feel could be only a simple attraction, an appetite for the body of the other, but nothing else.
That is not love.
Milton W. Hourcade
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