What was happening was happening to us both.
I believe it is always so, mutual and, at least at first, equally intense, if it is genuine inloveness.
The actual thing - inloveness - requires something like a spark leaping back and forth from one to the other becoming more intense every moment, love building up like voltage in a coil.
Here there is no sound of one hand clapping. unreciprocated love is something else, not genuine inloveness, I think: perhaps it is infatuation and passion or, perhaps, potential inloveness.
I believe that genuine inloveness is less common that the romantic novelists suggest.
One who has never been in love might mistake either infatuation or a mixture of affection and sexual attraction for being in love.
But when the "real thing" happens, there is no doubt.
A man in the jungle at night, as someone said, may suppose a hyena's growl to be a lion's; but when he hears the lion's growl, he knows damn' well it's a lion. So with genuine inloveness...
... A sudden glory.
For my 50th post I thought I would share a beautiful piece of writing that has touched my heart xo
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