Is it feeling giddy all the time inside?

I mean, I know I love my husband, and yet, I don't always feel giddy inside for him, there are times he does things that really infurate me, just as there are times I do things that really infurate him, so I know he doesn't always have those 'giddy' feelings for me either.

So when you think of "BEING" in love, what does it mean to you? What does it look like to you?

And does the person your dating/married too---have the same view of what 'being' in love would feel like as you do?

To me, it feels warm and fuzzy and content, like hot chocolate laced with rum after skiing. It feels like spring coils pushed in tight ready explode forward. It feels like tortilla soup on a slow simmer. It feels like yoga when the Self dissolves. It’s bells pealing. And creeks gurgling. And sometimes, it’s the smell of snow.

Does someone else need to experience it the same? No. Besides how would I tell?

A following up... the "feeling" is just that. It is transitory. But somewhere underneath romantic love is Love, the Platonic (in the sense of ideal) Love that exists out there. I believe that particular Love is part of the Holy Ghost. It is transcendental.

marriage requires

Romantic love (eros)
Sexual love (Epithumia)
Relational love (friendship)
Loyal love, Security, (Storgos)
Sacrificial love (agape)

You care for your spouse as you would your own body.

wow...awesome description!

I agree with thorned rose and with gg...thorned has it above and when gg said "like yoga when self dissolves".

I am seriously working on me and who it is I truly want and what it is...so still searching a bit. Just enjoying each day as it comes...and loving my ds more than I could ever imagine...aren't children the greatest blessing? I mean, relationships are great...but my child? Our kids? Awesome...simply awesome.

We're off to go to the baseball diamond now for some hitting/pitching stuff before sun goes down. His first game is tuesday! Go Colts!

To me, it's just happiness.

When I begin to think of the weekend that my Hubby and I will spend together and I smile, I know I love him. When nothing else matters but the two of us having fun together, I know it's love...It's not about feeling "giddy" for me....

Wow, I must be the most unromantic person on the face of the Earth.

In the early stages, it either feels like I just got off of a ride on the Silly Silo or possibly a bad case of the stomach flu.

Then, it progresses to something more - sort of like that feeling I get when the DJIA closes up by 50 points or more. Or when I get my tax return back.

Sorry, guess I'm not much help. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

I think that giddy feeling is just lust. To me, love is who I lean on when I'm tired or down. Love is who I call when I have great news I want to share. Love is the person's face I think of when I see a beautiful sunset. Love is the person whose needs come before my own.

I know what loving someone feels like. I just don't know what receiving that kind of love feels like.

All kidding and facetiousness aside, I thought this might be an appropriate place to share this. Someone gave a copy to me when I was going through my divorce. I found it comforting and keep a tattered copy in my purse and reread it from time to time.

LOVE NEEDS A PLACE TO REST

Perhaps the one thing young people yearn to know, more than any other, is how can they tell when they are "really" in love. It is so easy to see the counterfeits when one looks back later, and so difficult to dicriminate when the blood is running high and the moon is full.

Why do so many persons seem to pick disappointing lovers and inadequate mates, so deliberately, so stubbornly, so obviously doomed to failure? It is largely, I think because the romance, like liquor, feeds on it's own delusion: the more we consume, the more intoxicated and distorted our judgement becomes.

One of the best and truest tests of a real affinity - though one not congenial to the youthful passions - may have been provided by St Bernard of the Clairaux, when he said,"We find rest in those we love, and we provide a resting place in ourselves for those who love us."

When the infatuation has runs it's course, as it always does, the feeling that remains must include repose at it's core; a quality much neglected and overlooked in most romantic literature and lore. If a relationship requires constant stimulation - spats and tears and reconciliations - then it is doubtful that when the fever subsides there will be enough contentment simply to be with each other.

Marriage, of course, does not change people; it merely unmasks them. It strips off the strangeness, the glamour, the appearance of strength, the fascination of novelty, and the treacherous sense of uniqueness that every couple feels at first.

Faced then with the thousand annoyances and perplexities of everyday connubiality, two persons have to rest easily within each other, or the abrasions of family life will begin to wear away the relationship, leaving little but wistfulness and puzzlement and eventually, resentment that the reality is nothing like the romance.

A resting place is what we need as we grow older. A place not to gaze at each other in mutual fascination, but to look out at the world together from much the same angle of vision. A harbor, a shelter, a refuge, a sourse of nourishment and support. This is not what creates a marriage, but it is what sustains it.

Two persons must make a space for themsleves and a clearing around them, for retreat as much as sociability. Conjugal love is a resting place or an empty form. But by the time we learn the lesson, it is often too late.

-Sydney J. Harris

I don't always feel happy about spending time alone with my husband. Sometimes, there are things that happen that cause me to feel resentment towards him, and spending time alone is the the LAST thing I want to do.

But that I desire to work through those feelings of resentment inside myself when they crop up, is a better indicator of the love I have for him. Than just the feelings of 'happiness' themselves.

It's also applies to the first one I want to talk to when things aren't going good in my life, and know they will be there for me to offer a hug or encouraging words.

Someone who accepts me flaws and all, who can see areas I need to change within myself, and is willing to stand by me as I work to make those changes, and the one I can look at and accept in the same way.

It's wanting to KNOW the person on the deepest level, not just surface conversations about your day or what the kids did, or passing along your schedules.

It's the one I desire to know on the deepest level of who they are, and they want to know me in the same way. One I can share my thoughts and feelings with no matter how silly or ugly they may be, and they choose to stand beside me and be there for me anyway.

I remember the feeling with my ex when we started dating. I couldn't wait to hear his voice, to see him drive in the driveway and to feel his hug against mine. That is love. After many years of marriage....to see him drive in the driveway after working. To hear his voice during the day. To be next to him in bed...listening to him breathe or (SNOR) yuk!!!

Then later in marriage....annoying SNORE (he had severe Sleep Apnea), went to separate rooms for sleeping in. Then it would be to sit and talk while eating. To talk about the children...be there with his surgeries...to feel that we cared about each other.

That is what love is...to admire and respect the other person as you yourself would like to be loved and respected. Blessings.

Something like nausea ...


without that bothersome vomit part.


Usually. *G*


Like condensing the 3 minute roller coaster ride into a 30 second "good parts" version.


Like winning the lottery on your last dollar.


Like Mexican fried ice cream ... not sure how it happens, exactly, but it is wonderful inside and out.


Shall I continue? I think I'm still in love. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/tongue.gif" alt="" />