Limerence. That pink-fluffy-cloud dancing-on-air feeling when you're falling in love. I think it's a very handy word. It's also a relatively new word, as you can see from the screencap (left) from the online version of the Oxford English Dictionary (we have a site licence here at the university). I think the little addendum about neurotransmitters is hilarious, but it's true: falling head-over-heels in love is the ultimate high, the ultimate drug. (I've heard ecstacy can give you similar feelings, but I'll take a pass on that experience, thankyouverymuch. I'd much rather wait until the non-synthetic version comes along.)
Today I got an email from a friend (who, for the moment at least, shall remain nameless). Hadn't heard from him for a month, was wondering how he was doing.
Out of nowhere, WHAM. A photo of the beloved, and a babbling, bubbling missive, extolling the virtues of the beloved and how said friend can't stop thinking about him, and can't imagine living without him. No background, no "this is so-and-so and this is how we met and I'm kinda interested". Just WHAM.
Aaah, limerence.
What makes this particularly gratifying is that my friend is someone who has been on his own for a long time (like me), and has spent time wondering whether he will always be alone (me too). What makes it amusing is that limerence brings out a completely unexpected, different, and delightfully fanciful side to him, quite unlike him usually. He's on a high.
Dear friend, *BIG HUG*. I am so happy for you. Congratulations.
Now, I do hate to do this to you, dear friend, but if I may use my super-size spatula to scrape you off the ceiling, and get you to tell me a few more salient details. Like the beloved's name? How you two met?
Hee hee hee I'm just *SO* evil sometimes ;-) that's what friends are for, right?
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