I do not deny that I’m infatuated. It is the truth.

Contrary to the “love at first sight” cliche, I assert that a relationship begins due to an infatuation, and may or may not become love.

Infatuation is the precondition of love. It is the stage when though you know little about the certain someone, you continue to fantasize about the person’s qualities (which may be nonexistent). The air of mystery encourages your wild imagination, and simply heightens those feelings.

That said, infatuation prods two(or sadly, one) person(s) to embark on a mutual relationship. Only after a relationship begins can love then develop. Infatuation is love that has yet to be developed. It is very much like a growing human: the difference between a person in his childhood and adolescence is maturity. That much I can say.

I will not attempt to reason what love is. It is a word that is too big to elaborate upon. It means different things to different people.

My purpose here is to reason that a relationship does not initiate with love. It begins with something so minor and insignificant: an infatuation. I am in no way implying that an infatuation is healthy when in a relationship.
I’d prefer to call it insanity… not infatuation.

- Logen