Isn’t it curious that I meet someone now and, without knowing that person, decide to invest time and energy trying to deepen our connection to a level that I have already with someone else. Why would I not equally invest time and energy trying to deepen my love for someone with whom I already feel a deep connection?
In other words, what is love that it compels me to forge connections with someone I don’t know, yet it fails to compel me to forge it when I already have those connections with someone else? Why does love compel me to discover it here, but not over there?
Love is curious and escapes my understanding. It just is, I suppose.