True enough, the rain stopped and we zoomed off to New Lane for dinner and thereafter to Capitol to watch "My Sweet Lady", a tear jerker with soundtrack by John Denver. That day marked an emotionally exciting time, probably one of the most wonderful times in my life when I eventually fell in love with the person with whom I decided to spend the rest of my life. I finally met my match, as the saying goes. Something clicked. Yup - it had to be him.
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But it was not an easy journey. Moving to the dance of romance in those days was nothing like what we have today, what with smses, skype, emails and so on. To get to know each other, we had to go through the process of asking our parents for permission to go on a date, observe curfew hours and so on - the whole rigmarole of the early days of the relationship. After all, at that time we were two complete individuals with completely different backgrounds, different lives coming together because of some unknown magnetism.
Before we actually knew how the other felt, I remember asking my friends whether he liked me and explained what he did or said or didn't do or say! When my former students ask me the same thing these days, I smile to myself knowingly having gone through such motions, even to the extent of replaying the whole date in my mind and analyzing each nanosecond to assess his feelings for me. The suspense of not knowing how the other feels seems to fuel romantic feelings!
I guess when one falls in love and begins the dance of romance, we actually make a mental conscious decision to just begin to open up our lives to the person of our choice.
Picture this.
A balancing act takes place. Two individuals at the opposite end of the fulcrum of love are trying to decide the steps that need to take place so that both can walk the fulcrum without losing balance.
As time goes by, one may move on in the dance and then decide to change the rhythm of motion. For instance, one might decide to kiss, make out, etc. etc. etc. And when doing so, one must walk tenderly lest one loses balance. Soon, the soul really begins to open up and the emotional bond of love really takes on a new meaning.
The goal is to meet in the middle, to come together, to fall in love.
The dance of romance is a most wonderful movement, one that is pleasurable. Even the birds sing it every day and we can detect it in the smell of the flowers and see it in the sunset. All things are wonderful. Looking back, it seemed like we were two kids back in the playpen of love, only now we are ageing adults. The dance of romance is happiness personified, when it works. I know. I am a hopeless sentimental romantic. :-)
Our psyches experience thoughts and feelings and when we start spending time with this new love, we start combining our thoughts and feelings with that of our partners. We laugh at the good times together and share our thoughts and feelings. In short, the circles come together.
I believe that when a man feels for a woman, it is only natural that he shows these feelings. He buys flowers, compliments her on her looks, and develops an emotional bond for her that is called the feeling of love. But sometimes, it could be a forbidden love due to various factors and it would be totally painful and torturous to feel this way and not be able to express one's love.
Under such circumstances, some simply suppress the feeling of love, put it back upstairs in the attic of the unconscious, hoping that it may come back out someday and play again. And sometimes they do, perhaps years or even decades later.
Other may be luckier to be able to pursue the one they love. Going through the motion of the dance of romance makes our footsteps lighter and our faces brighter. The suspense of waiting if he would call or visit or what would be the next step of action he would take and the interpretation of that move - all acts to bring the passion of the moment to a crescendo.
Eventually, we get to the point in the relationship where we have overcome the obstacle of vulnerability or fear of being hurt and realize that he or she is it. Finally, we are brave enough to admit that we are in love and want to spend the rest of our lives with this one person. By then, we have that extra bounce in our walk. What a joyful and most fulfilling time!
Then the man will ask the love of his life to marry him. In true blue fairy tale tradition, she cries and says 'Yes'. Tears follow and this is romantic love at its finest. A humorous question is then asked by everyone else who both people know when they say “do you really only want to sleep with this one person for the rest of your life”?
The answer should be yes.
Have a lovely day, dear reader, reminiscing about the romantic moments in your life, remembering the dance of romance and revisiting the spark of love again....May you have a very romantic weekend with your loved one remembering the most unforgettable moments in your life.
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This post is dedicated to my husband and dearest friend, Angela. The title was birthed in an afternoon teleconversation when we were reminscing about this crazy thing called love and yes, I am mad enough to have finished writing this post at 4.50a.m.!
Cat-from-Sydney O Wise Master,
Wow! You're such a romantic too! And my darling Nick is the fruit of the union, eh? hehehe... send my hugs to him. purrr....meow!