Love is a very intimate feeling, but it can be divided into four main parts: desire, inspiration, pity and tenderness. Love is not difficult to confuse with each of these parts. However, love will always begin with desire.
Between loving people there is like a magnetic field, which all the time pulls them to each other, I want them to be so close that already no one of them could distinguish himself from the chosen one, merge into a single whole - indivisible. Lovers, as under hypnosis, do not see anything and do not see anything, except for themselves.
Their desire is reminiscent of reindeer rushes. When a deer, having smelled the fragrant smell of its female far beyond kilometers, rushes headlong through all obstacles, only to overtake its only one to be with it. It takes a long time to touch her, to fall down on her knees before her, then, though exhausted, get it, and meet her, so sweet, so desired, who has given him this call. After all, love will always begin with desire.
But desire is not only a simple bodily attraction, it is a mental impossibility for a moment not to do without a chosen one. The soul experiences a great, burning sensation in the body of lovers, an unquenchable, urgent need to dissolve in the soul of another - and to last it and last forever. Both the body and the soul constantly want to increase their intimacy with another desired soul, and if yesterday the conversation was about literature, art, or politics, today, except for you and me, except us and our love, there is no other conversation. I want to tell you and talk only about what concerns you only - you and her, only about their flaming love. For them, in the world no one and nothing exists. For them, my and yours no longer exist, for them everything is just ours.
The soul and body of another person is the main object of desire. In order for this body to belong to me, my soul was only open to me, I waited and poured out feelings, only to meet me. All that exists in the world is you, your thoughts and experiences, the mind turns into a solid gravity, carrying you towards your chosen one. And a strange, and sometimes very incomprehensible feeling, covers you completely - and you no longer belong to yourself now.
Love can begin with inspiration. The first premonition about the beginning, or possible love, is the strange, incomprehensible freedom that he and she, having barely met, suddenly experience in the presence of one.
Love can begin with tenderness. You see in front of you a creature so perfect, "white and fluffy", that I so want to surround him with care, and constantly protect from everything around me and not allow anyone to offend him, even to touch him.
But more often than not, love begins with desire. This is when you see a creature in front of you that corresponds to all your ideas, about the ideal, by your standards, as if made according to your templar, the chosen one. You are so fascinated, you start to rave about this person, you feel an inner emptiness, which only he, your elect, can fill ...
Love begins with desire, and only then, if, you really are two halves of one whole, grows into true love, with all the feelings, with tenderness and inspiration, with faithfulness and passion. With desire begins, but will turn into a real fire of love.
The conclusion from this is this: all living things in the universe are committed to love and live for love, are born, live, and then die for love. The love that people experience does not come from them, but from their partners. Therefore, we must appreciate both love and our partners in love.