Harm Of Emotional Love

I have never been a big fan of those “feminine” novels and soap operas full of emotional love. Pure emotional love - is a lie. Then, what about Romeo and Juliette? Shakespeare was a genius, he knew the maze of human souls. He knew that great emotional love of Romeo and Juliette wouldn’t survive, so a tragic end actually was a happy end. Only thanks to that end did we have an etalon of ideal love.

Let’s imagine a different ending to that story. They got married and lived together up to the age of 50. How would their relationship look like then? I bet less romantic! Juliette, the mother of a big family would be unhappy from the lack of money to support the family. Romeo would be visiting younger ladies and drink to forget his unhappy family life. The other version is Romeo suffering from Juliette’s cheating on him because she is disappointed in him and seeks comfort with another man. Maybe they just don’t love each other anymore and filed for divorce.

If anyone experiences that type of big, emotional love- sooner or later (some months or max a year) time will come to pay for that. Any psychologist would tell us not to trust emotions- good or bad. Not to trust when we just met our love or parting. Anyone would agree with me that emotions and adjective are way more expressive when people divorce rather than marry.

So what is the reason that emotion love is only temporarily? Why it doesn’t last long? The reason is that when we experience emotional love we love only ourselves, and the partner is only secondary. All of us just in need to feed our Ego. We are just using other people as a tool to bring us love to ourselves. No, we love ourselves all the time, just from time to time we need to see it in the mirror. It took me 6 years to understand that. For some it takes eternity and for others never.

Pioneers Of Online Dating

With the boom of online dating in the 90s I didn’t stay aside of the picture. I had to find a virtual boyfriend, date him, fall in love with him and marry him. Anyway, it wasn’t that hard. I posted my picture and wrote some basics about me and started receiving letters from members of the opposite sex. One of the two keys to get a lot of responses as I learned was to take a good picture with a smiling face and write good and positive things about yourself. I just couldn’t remember any negative things about myself. At least at that moment. Who cares, good impression was my priority. Anyway, I met a very sweet guy from Turkey, who originally was from Kazakhstan

He was doing his Masters there and was missing his home, friends and needed a nice girl like me to talk to on a lonely evening. We exchanged letters almost every day, chatted on weekends and he used to call me every two weeks. After six months we knew each other better than my friends I have spent years with. He wrote about his love in a poem I still keep in my mind. Sweet seventeen…

A year passes by and he visits me in my country during his summer vacation. It was my most romantic date I ever had. Until now. Are all women like this or only me? I say that one day I’ll be eighty something and sitting on my terrace and watching the sunset and remembering my most romantic date I have ever had.

My city. I didn’t recognize it, I just couldn’t. I was flying on the same streets I used to take a walk on. I couldn’t consume any food, I had to chew it and I didn’t have time for that. I was just sipping juice. And love. Those two things kept me on my feet or wings. The rose he gave me was the most tender thing my lips ever touched. Oh, about lips. The kiss he gave me made me lose my consciousness and the law of gravity wasn’t working on me. There is at least one man in each woman’s life that she regrets letting go of. He is the one in mine. When it was just too much of happiness I just couldn’t take it and maybe will think about it sitting on my terrace years later.