When you go from having lots of sex to lots of hugs

LMAO

gosh

It doesn't turn into love. It turns into a restraining order stemming from a stalking situation.

Sounds like you are speaking from experience. Were you the stalker or the stalkee?

when you can't get him out of your mind

That's a good way to view it!

I was the stalkee. She couldn't just leave me alone.

To Autumn


Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook;
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,--
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats

Lust becomes Love when the Person you willingly submit to sexually and completely is the One who is by your side and lending you strength in your darkest hours.

Thats very poetic

$150

lust in a now in the moment feeling. love is a forever feeling.

Yeah, you are right

to me you can lust after someone initionally but if you love them you will want them forever

I don't think lust becomes love. Lust is lust and love is love.

You may be right Tina

I've got one or the other or both going on right now after a chat with my crush... <sigh>