Love is the most beautiful emotion in the world. When we fall in love, time slows down and everything feels lighter, softer, more alive. We feel seen, chosen—like we matter, like we belong. Our worries vanish, and we begin to feel the world’s beauty all around us. Life feels meaningful, and joy fills our heart.

The first kiss, that first trip together, the attention we receive from our partner make us feel like we are the most important person on the planet. This is why we chase it, write about it, make movies on it, and build our entire lives on the hope of finding it.

But this is not real love—it’s a mix of infatuation, passion, and lust.

What makes love real is time. As relationships mature, novelty disappears, attention turns sporadic, and surprises become infrequent. What replaces them is comfort and security—a partner you can take for granted, someone you can fart in front of without embarrassment, someone who has seen you exposed, unfiltered, and still chooses to stay.

But sometimes we mistake comfort for stagnation, and stability for settling. Because comfort doesn’t create fireworks. It doesn’t demand attention. It doesn’t make for dramatic stories. It feels ordinary, predictable, even boring at times. And in a world addicted to intensity, we begin to doubt anything that feels calm.

So you spend your life searching—restless, moving from one relationship to another, always chasing a new romance, a new passion. And one day, you realise that your entire life was spent browsing trailers, never committing to one movie, one story you could have stayed with till the end.

Love is not a one-night stand. It is not just about intensity, novelty, or excitement in the moment. It is a long, patient decision to stay when the night is over and ordinary life begins.

Mudit