Does One True Love Really Exist? 

There is a common belief that we only get one true love. That there is only one time (maybe twice at best) where we fall hopelessly, helplessly in love with someone. 

And I’m not talking about lust, or like, or contentment (many of the things we’ve come to settle for). I’m talking about a burning, passionate love that consumes you in every possible way. The kind that romantic dramas and love songs are made of. 

The kind of love where just the thought of the person makes you smile. Where they are always on your mind. Where you put their wants and needs ahead of your own, not out of duty or obligation, but as an automatic response, as natural for you as breathing. 

The kind of love where butterflies attack your stomach 24/7. Where you can’t remember what life was like before them and would rather die than to live a life without them. 

Where just being away from them for a few hours is painful. Where you stare at them, no words spoken, just admiring their presence. Where being beside them is enough to fill you with the heat of a thousand suns. Where their joy is your joy. Their pain your pain. Their thoughts your thoughts. Their triumph, defeat, jubilation and agony are emotions that you share with them. For them. 

Where every moment with them is pure joy and bliss, even during arguments, fights or disagreements. Even in those moments, you can’t stay mad because no matter how angry you are, just a look from them can make you smile, even if it is against your will. 

They are your mother. You suckled at their breast. They are your father. You were cradled in their arms. They are your sister. You protected them. They are your brother. You looked up to them. They are your son and daughter. You took care of them. They are your lover. You opened up your body and let them come in. They are your best friend. You reveled in their presence. They are your confidant. You trusted them. They are your mirror, revealing who you truly are. 

There is a common belief that we only get one true love. That there is only one time (maybe twice at best) where we fall hopelessly, helplessly in love with someone. 

I’m more of the belief that most people are never privileged with knowing a love like this. Most people reading this post right now have no idea what I’m even talking about. They don’t believe in a love like this. They think moments like this are relegated to music…movies…television. That true love is a myth. Propaganda sold to us by the entertainment industry in order to distract us from our mediocre love lives. Some people think that believing in a love like this is the reason for divorce. That it fosters unrealistic expectations and that the most we can hope for is a marriage where we can be in like, but never in love. That we should be content to live without the sparks…the butterflies…the storybook ending. 

I’m not sure which side of the fence I stand on. On one hand, I do believe that love is a complicated and fickle beast and that sometimes all we can hope for is extended periods of contentment interspersed with brief moments of pure bliss. 

On the other hand, I know that movies, books and television dramas come from some where. They are created and written by people. There is absolutely no way someone could write about a love that transcends life itself without experiencing a love like that for themselves. You have to feel it in order to make others feel it. It’s not something you can fake. It’s also something that most people will never experience. 

I count myself as one of the truly privileged ones because I have known a love like this. I mean, really. I have. 

So often we throw the word ‘love’ around  haphazardly. We tell people that we love them when we really just like them a lot, or we just feel like we want them or need them. Sometimes a better word would be, like…enjoy…lust…admire…appreciate. But not love. Never love. 

There have been times in my life where I thought I was in love. But I wasn’t. If you have to think that it’s love, then that’s usually a clear sign that it’s not. 

When it’s real love, you don’t have to think at all. Your mind isn’t even involved in the process. Only your heart. 

So, yes, I do believe in true love. I do believe that it comes around once…maybe twice…and sometimes never at all. 

Irregardless…it does exist. 


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