ItвЂ™s the falling out of love process that causes distress, never more so than when the decision to cool things off has been taken out of our hands. We simply follow our hearts and trust that theyвЂ™ll see us good in the long run. Traditionally we donвЂ™t struggle greatly with the falling in love part as logic need not figure into the equation. But eventually reality checks in and, depending how the emotional trade-off has played out, it can provide a truly terrifying wake-up call. This is all well and good in the вЂњhoneymoon periodвЂќ as the chemicals in our bodies and minds can be rather persuasive when pooled together. The fact that selection is often such a dishonest pursuit doesnвЂ™t help as we tend to tailor ourselves to what we think the other person would go for and often find ourselves compromising our own beliefs and interests, in favor of celebrating theirs.

However, itвЂ™s seldom standing still, constantly evolving, and requires both parties to go with its flow if thereвЂ™s any hope it will continue to flourish. Knowing where and how it starts is the easy part вЂ“ the release of central dopamine, a racing heart, butterflies in the tummy вЂ“ all are telltale signs that love is in the air and thereвЂ™s no more all-encompassing joy than the one generated by mutual affection at its offset.

Some of us go our whole lives without ever fully understanding its meaning, while a select few are fortunate enough to find it, and fewer still, able to hang onto it. Of all the mysteries of the universe, none are quite as dumbfounding as love.

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