That light you are worshiping? You are the one holding the torch.
You are not just attracted to this person. You are illuminated by them. Ordinary infatuation is nervous. It’s sweaty palms and stumbling over your words. But radiant infatuation is different. It feels holy.
Infatuation is not love. Love is an architect—it builds slowly, brick by brick, through flaws, fights, and forgiveness. Infatuation is a fireworks display. It is spectacular, loud, and leaves the sky darker once it fades. radiant infatuation
But don’t mistake the flash for the dawn. Real love isn't blinding. Real love is the soft, reliable light of morning—the one that stays long after the fireworks have turned to ash.
They aren't "the one." They are the idea of the one. The problem with radiance is that it requires darkness to be seen. The moment the object of your infatuation does something human—like forgetting to call, having a bad mood, or holding an opinion you hate—the spell breaks. That light you are worshiping
Suddenly, the silence between texts isn't mysterious; it’s anxious. Their confidence becomes arrogance. Their mystery becomes avoidance. The crash from radiant infatuation is a unique kind of vertigo because you aren't just losing a person; you are losing a world you built in your head. Does this mean we should run from infatuation? Absolutely not.
Enjoy the glow. Dance in the spotlight.
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