Butterflies; 1but-er-fly pronunciation\3-a feeling of hollowness or queasiness caused especially by emotional or nervous tension or anxious anticipation.
Fantasy Island is a beautiful place. Its excitement and thrills. Its anticipation of new hope of the persons arrival at your door coming to whisk you away. Its goose pimples and giddy. Its fresh and beautiful. Its everything you imagine and more. Butterflies in your stomach awaiting a phone call or text.
The greatness of new love, the first kiss, the wonder of another's touch. The dreams of the future life.
The excitement of new love keeps us searching and hoping even after countless heartache. We need it, long for it and crave it. To swim in ecstasy and drown in desire for another.
I know Fantasy Island well. I used to live there. I know many people who still live there despite knowing that none of it is real.
Its easy on Fantasy Island to forget about the stress of real life. Your so busy preparing to meet your love, thinking about love, waiting for your love, loving on your love you have forgotten where you really are.
On Fantasy Island there are no money problems because you don't share bills.
On Fantasy Island there are no family issues because you don't have a family together.
On Fantasy Island living in a fantasy world is easy because you are not yet dealing with real life issues or challenges.
You have no idea how this new wonderful person in your life is going to react or deal with serious life. Your going to have to wait until the time is invested to find out, which for some of us is too late.
Its puts on damper on Fantasy Island when you bring up and want to talk about "real" life but it needs to be done.
You have to wake up and come out of the haze for a minute or 2 to discuss the issues that are important to you so that when your ready to leave the Island, your coming into the world with this person in a transition, moving on to the next step with choice rather than thrust into the knowledge that you are not on the same page about anything 4 or 5 months later. This is the sadness that overwhelms you when the Fantasy is over and you realize none of it was real.
Love does not exist.
It does not exist the way most people think.
The way love is portrayed in movies, in novels and on television is not reality.
We want that though, we want to delude ourselves into believing fantasy love is real. Fantasy love doesn't usually happen to real people.
Love is not automatic.
Love is earned, love can grow over time, love can evolve, love can be expressed but it is a thought based on a decision.
Love can be an action. The action we take on behalf of another that does not benefit ourselves directly or indirectly.
Love can be the acceptance of another, warts and all.
Love can be forgiveness.
Love can be the pain we experience when we think of those no longer in our presence either through distance or loss.
Love can be the care we provide to those we are required to care for and the care we provide to those just because.
Love is especially what you have when you have discussed the heart and soul of yourselves and a mutual understanding and trust leads you off the island and into the real bliss which is ever after with the right one for you.
I wish for everyone to find experience and keep love.. Happy Valentines Day.
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