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(It’s just like a bathing suit people…:)lol)

Romantic love-

The sneaky thief of everyday moments- where minutes fly by- and you realize you have wasted a half hour thinking about someone’s lips…or how they might kiss…or how exactly you want to kiss them.

Romantic love is like LSD.

And we are addicted -

Hollywood is our dealer on speed dial.

I am very much in touch with myself on my own addiction that leads to delusions…(no pun).

I love those first moments-

GOD how I love them.

I am a person who feels very strongly- my senses are acute.

I used to think this was a curse- for the more you feel? Well… the more you feel.

So if it is hurt- it is felt to the bone.

If it is passion? I can feel it so intensely- I taste it…

I think that is why I have never done drugs- why would I need to?

I have been this sensitive from my first breath.

I have been told it makes me a good lover…relative of course.

But I have an innate ability of feeling my own pleasure while intuitively reading the next step for what will bring my lover the same.

But then what?

Romantic love.

It is a beautiful, sensual, carnal thing.

And a gift- but like “new car smell”-

We become accustom to it quickly.

Love is like a soup.

Everything has to be proportional- the spices, elements, pot it is cooked in- heat-watched over- stirred- left to rest and alchemize- tasted- added too-

What is the soup if you just hold spices in your hand?

That spice is just as important as the pot it is simmering in…

What is the soup if you have the stock and the vegetables but no spice?

Every ingredient is dependent upon the other to have a successful outcome.

But I suppose the most important element of making a soup?

The pot to contain and cook it in.

The foundation.

Same with love.

I once attempted to build a dog house when I was a little girl…

Yes, I went through a very tom boy-want to build things with my hands stage.

I went into my Papa’s garage- he had all kinds of tools, nails, screws and wood.

I can still smell it now- and still smell him- his aftershave and scotch and cigar in hand.

He loved life…and loved me.

I worked and worked on that little dog house- never could get it right.

I was frustrated at its lack of stability. Wobbly and unpredictable- as if at any moment it was going to come apart no matter how many nails…

Papa came out and smiled- he was so proud of my efforts- how I would not give up.

He kneeled down next to me and put his hand on my shoulder and said “Honey, you did so good- I am proud of you for doing this all by yourself!”-

Then he pointed and said- “The one thing you forgot is the most important element to something lasting for a long, long time…you forgot a foundation.”

We sat as he took it apart, nail by nail. Helped me build a foundation and finish it.

No more wobble.

Foundation is what we are missing these days.

When it comes to my heart-

I go back to being that 7 year old girl that builds and is so focused and in love with what I am creating that I don’t stop…

Only to find it is wobbly and unpredictable.

Then I remember my Papa’s words…Foundation makes things last.

Romantic love is like the butter to popcorn…

The M series to the BMW…

The truffle added to a sauce.

It makes it BETTER.

More beautiful-

More powerful-

More tasty.

But first comes foundation…

Then comes romance…

Then comes something that just might last.