Pardon the metaphor but Love is.....

I was traveling down memory lane with an old high school friend the other night. I hadn't seen my friend for nearly 2.5 years and we talk briefly online once every couple weeks. We were talking about our past relationships with people, including the ones from early high school. He told me about a girl he was insanely in love with from the 8th grade through end of high school, and how looking at old pictures recently sparked the same warmth and affection he felt for her 8 years ago. Good rich memories, he said. He claimed that he was truly in love with her.

I, on the other hand, felt weird about that assertment. I kept reminding him that we were high schoolers, mere sixteen year olds. Feelings of love were a little different back then. We weren't experienced and we had all just entered our hormonal stages. We might have been in love, but the love we had all experienced is different than the love we experience now.

At one point of the conversation, I said, "We have to have a few infatuations, a few like-loves, and time, to know what love really is or means."

"Bullshit," he replies, "Love is something you know. You know it when it happens. It hits you..... and pardon the metaphor, but love is like an orgasm. When it hits you, you know it."

Interesting way to put it. Perhaps he's right.