“Maybe we should see each other again,” I offered, and immediately regretted it. “Or maybe not, whatever.” The quick retraction made him laugh, yet he didn’t assuage my vulnerability by countermanding it. Instead, we just got in our separate cars to drive off, the party still going on behind us, the moon, high and bright in the sky, imperceptibly further away.
Without a future for growth and development, romantic love can extend only so far. Its distinction from, say, a friendship with benefits begins to become effaced.
There is, of course, in all romantic love the initial infatuation, which rarely lasts. But if the love is to remain romantic, that infatuation must evolve into a longer-term intensity, even if a quiet one, that nourishes and is nourished by the common engagements and projects undertaken over time.
[There] is not merely the necessity of time itself for love’s intensity but the necessity of a specific kind of time: time for development.” —
Just give it time.