Limerence, coined by Dorothy Tennov, describes an involuntary, intense emotional state characterised by intrusive thoughts, lovesickness, and a desire for emotional reciprocation.
Limerence is the act of loving someone wholly and completely.
It’s being enamoured with them regardless of how they feel about you.
It’s staying awake at night, awaiting a call that’s never coming,
A text bubble that never inflates.
It’s listening to the playlists you made when it was merely the two of you against the world,
It’s the song that brought you together,
“Our song,” you called it,
But call it what you want, I suppose.
Limerence. Intense feelings of lovesickness, yearning, and desire. The feeling of watching someone you love profoundly slip through your fingers as a result of mistakes you yourself made.
It’s a drag path.
“A drag path is how our bodies remember joy as much as they remember pain, a mark that proves we lived, we stumbled, we played, and we loved without holding back.”(Chimes//Medium )
It’s reminiscent of the old times, of when they did love you back, of when they were willing to try.
Deep down, you know you can’t be mad at them for not wanting to endeavour.
After all, you’ve undertaken this particular trek a few different times before,
Now that you’re finally reaching the depths of how you feel, it’s almost too late.
It’s as though you embody the art piece of “Pas De Deux;”
Two twin flames, destined to meet and be extraordinarily epic, but fated never to stay in a perfect sync.
Limerence, in a nutshell, is filled with every moment, every glance, every phone call,
Following the second you met.
It’s not being able to see anything but them,
In film and physical media, old photographs and new, it’s seeing this person in everything lining the walls in your room.
It’s hard; that’s what limerence is.
It’s hard to fall asleep at night, thinking only of you,
It’s hard to watch things without thinking of how your eyes were that peculiar shade of blue.
It’s hard to hear our song and not immediately send a message about how it’s playing in the grocery store.
It’s hard to figure out exactly who and what I’m doing this for.
If limerence is Lovesickness, I suppose that’s what I am.
I am all of these things.
And even though regret seems like the obvious way to power through
I simply cannot find it in myself to regret something as absolutely splendid as you.
