Woman’s Post Perfectly Describes How The Real Love Starts AFTER The Butterflies Are Gone

The very first unplanned brushing of hands, the first willful locking of the fingers, the first passionate kiss and every first with your first love is bound to give you a head rush, a mesmerizing warmth that you’ve never experienced before. And the sparks, well, they are everywhere!

Everyone says that love is about those sparks and head-rush that we see in the movies. But what happens after you’ve been in love for years? Does it change? Do the sparks fly away? Do you fall out of love or do you just get dependent on each other and love leaves the building?

But from what I’ve seen, love grows on you, matures with age, just like wine. Otherwise, how else would you explain the eternal love that exists among our parents and grandparents?

 

And while this explanation won’t suffice, I leave the task to Tumblr user Elo to explain how love grows on you, makes you stronger, stable, calmer and basically becomes an inseprable part of your life. Yes, even when the butterflies are all gone.

So, I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.
And it’s not really like that, at least not to me.
You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When you’re in the room with them, you feel calm and secure.

When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesn’t feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.

You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.
Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backward on the bed so you bump into them.
You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep.
There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddy bear, like I am his comfort.
In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep.
Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now.

There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses.

There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.
There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad I’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when it’s loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, it’s both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together.
You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life you’ve built together.
You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one.
Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.
But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your heart, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.
And I love that.
 

For all I know, caring is the first step to loving someone and if your relationship has matured to a level that you can fall sick together, clean each other’s vomit, brush your teeth while he/she’s peeing or love her/him irrespective of all flaws – you’ve got yourself a soulmate. Don’t let go!

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