Spoken like someone who's never had a good meal and has read far too many hallmark cards. Either that or your other half has dragged you off to every Sandra Bullock, Horseface and that-blonde-chick-from-the-horny-angsty-hospital-show movie made in the last 5 years.BiscuitTrouser said:Love is the most fullfilling things in the world
Love's as fulfilling as an enema. It's a chemical reaction that has some odd effects on your mind and body, and if you can keep hold of that for longer than a few years you're either doing very well, or you're incredibly unhealthy in the mind.
If you can find someone whom you're compatible enough with to spend the rest of your life with, without the constant desire to kill them or feeling like something is going to explode inside your head, good for you. You won't be in love with them after a few years, the best you'll feel is contentment. Not such a bad thing in itself, but you can be content in life by yourself quite easily.
Off-topic slightly: Before anyone starts flinging the "B" word at me, no, I'm not bitter, nastiness of my divorce aside. I'm open to the possibility of falling in love again (while it lasts) and having a relationship that I find fulfilling, but I'm perfectly content to live by myself for the rest of my life. I enjoy my own company and don't have need of someone else to "complete me". I'm not so naive, however, as to believe the nonsense about love being "eternal" and "the best thing in the world" and all that rot.