Falling in love is one of the real miracles of life.
Many relationships are based on far more shallow things such as physical attraction or mutual need or mutual loneliness. But in certain cases, two people meet at a time when their needs and desires and understanding of the world are similar enough that they open up to one another and real love grows.
We celebrate those moments and we like to pretend they always last. Every romantic movie with a Hollywood ending treats those moments as a culmination of something — as a moment when two people join in love and then live for the rest of their lives as the same people they were in that moment.
But that’s a simplistic lie. It might be a well-meaning lie, but it’s still a lie. When two people come together and fall in love, they might be at similar points on their life paths, but unless they continue in growth together — with both individuals and the relationship itself both growing — those two people quickly drift apart and love inevitably dies.
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