A Man Speaks: How to Spot Temporary Love

A Man Speaks: How to Spot Temporary Love
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By Munson Steed

Nobody tells a lover that he could fall out of love, based on the event that the union is just a love lie.

He could meet you one night, your eyes meet, you strike a flame, and consume cocktails. He will give intensely vivid, imaginary personas of love with the words of sweet, intoxicated celebration and compliments that begin to mean more each and every second, until they become a testament of how much he is concerned and enamored with you.

And then you’ll put your lives on the line with unprotected physical exchange in the name of, and in the heat of, love.

But such temporary love is often fleeting in its commitment, for it is reduced to a physical enchantment that was a fantasy of the moment, projected upon the illusion of heat and desire when one finds oneself at a club, or answering a late-night call.

Some people open their door for a stranger, or a new experience, without any agreement of what is to come after day two or three, or even six months later. The term “jump-off” is even coined for this behavior, as generations no longer seek or anticipate the “what-happens-next” discussion.

You would create a roomful of comedy talking about virginity, when no one seems to appreciate even words like “monogamy,” and this perpetuates such an emotional reality because children are often produced by misguided interactions of selfish desires of love.

This “love” is in disrepair, fleeting and temporary, because it’s based on a creation of a temporary or illusionary scenario. And still we hope, and believe, and wish, until the love is destroyed.

As much as we would like love to be permanent, it does not always have to be permanent and starts off and ends very temporarily. People fight the whole value/proposition terms of a relationship because they must deal with the reality that people change their minds and their attitudes.

We prefer to buy into a lie of what love can be, and we hurt ourselves with the fantasy.


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