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Part of me glibly thinks that the old Louis Armstrong litmus test applies-- if you have to ask, you'll never know... By which I don't actually mean never, but that when one knows, one knows (or when one has known, one has known). Which is not much like Louis' quote, but I do like that quote...
Ideas of love change and have changed so much. It is odd to read Shakespeare or EM Forster or Thomas Hardy or Jane Eyre and to find such different views or beliefs, which in many ways were dictated by the different habits and social constraints of their ages. Love and crushes are necessarily different in our age of more, often shorter relationships, of sex, of friends of the opposite sex... There is little precedent for us, in a sense, hence the confusion on this matter. I remember my grandmother telling me how romantic it was that one of her unsuccessful suitors followed her around a lot. We call it STALKER, she calls it lovely. Was he the victim of a crush? Of love? Did such things exist? Was his target sex or marriage? Does that make a difference in itself?
One of the big questions with love and crush, though, is a nuance within one of those words alone-- is there a difference between love, and being in love? I would posit a big yay on that. Despite the above open-ended stuff, I believe that you can love outside a relationship, love inside a relationship, and be in love in both situations, but like some nightmare Venn diagram, the situations do not always happily overlap and people can fall out of love (while still loving), or fall from love to being in love etc etc.
All in all, as this ramble demonstrates, love is a complicated and fearfully subjective thing. |
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