Neurotransmitters surging to the brain chemicalize the experience whether you've ingested a bottle of wine or not. You see that special person's face and all those little molecules create the miracle of euphoria. Engines fire on all pistons, lubricated by the flow of mojo juices and flirty words passed by ears in clever sentences.
The pinball machine score of the random miracle sets your sights on that certain someone and the whole world drifts away. Passion evolves into a mood. It focuses everything on one person, in one place, makes your heart pound, your hands sweat, and there is only one way to get what you want: lock eyes, make some conversation and hope to God she's into you.
Things go well and over time, the frying nerves are chewed, savored, swallowed and digested, and something new happens. Peace, stability and attachment creates companionship and lifelong commitment. You care for each other in good times and bad. All fantasies are exciting until...
Where can they go? What can happen to all those chemicals, all those firings and misfirings that sent you into the spiraling and tumbling madness of love? Do they end their squirtings into the hinges of the relationship? Why can things dry up and disappear? Resentments, fears, hesitations, all leading to the aloof desperation of trying to find someone else, someone new....and you never saw it coming.
Romance. It's a clever cocktail that can only stay full forever if the chemistry happens at the right places and the right times, directed by an equation only God can dictate. You can be a scientist and try to figure it out for the rest of your life, but you'll never know how it works. All you can do is live your life every day as if the Earth wants you to be something amazing. As if you're the greatest miracle that ever happened to the world. Because you are.
