If you’re feelings were short lived, it was merely infatuation. Love is deeper and lasts longer.
But while we’re in it, infatuation feels a lot like love.
Who do we really love, though?
When you love someone after 10 minutes, who you love is largely made up of who you’ve invented them to be—The character you’ve built in your mind.
After an extended period, though, the figment more closely approximates the truth.
Does your love ever shift to a love of the real them? or does the approximation just get closer and closer?
Short of telepathy, how can it ever actually get there?
Where, then, is the threshold between infatuation and love?
The threshold between feelings for a fictional character you’ve clearly invented, and one you’re willing to believe exists?