Love is not a tomato

I have heard many people say that they will never love someone the way they loved their first love. Well, I would hope not. That would be real sad. They feel that the love they felt that first time was a pure love untainted by life, but it was smashed and ruined when it didn’t work out. I think they have it all backwards. Love is not a tomato that can be smashed and then left to rot and turn green with jealousy/fungus. Lust would be a tomato.

Love is more like a precious metal, the most precious in the world. And that first experience with love is like mining the metal right out of the mountain. It’s not pure. It hasn’t been tried and tested and refined in the fire of life. Married people say that they love their spouse more now then they did when they met, and more than they ever thought possible. That doesn’t sound like a tomato that would get mushy and gross with time, but something much more substantial that lasts through time, that is strong enough to withstand everything life throws at it. That love you have with you on your dying breath is the strongest love, not the love you first felt when you were young and thought you knew what life was about.

In short, love is not a tomato. And what you think is love that first time, will be nothing compared to the love you find that lasts.