Who is there to fall in love with? There is only One. What humans think of as falling in love is an illusion. You only fall in love with your stories, driven by society and acculturation. You love your stories about another and what should be. They promise you happiness but deliver confusion and grief. If you really knew love you would love until the end of time and yet there would be no object of your love. Of course, you do love until the end of time. However, your Beingness of Love is hidden under a thin but very durable veneer of what you think love is, concepts, early imprints, expectation of shoulds, wants, desires, needs, expectations. Love is not what you think it is and love has nothing to do with thinking.
Human love is a cup of coffee. Hmmm.... smells good, promises satisfaction. Taste??? well, o.k. but needs a little more sugar and milk. Afterwards, well... my tummy doesn't feel that good, and I have this racing heart and have to go to the toilet... also feeling a little dizzy. You know, that cup of coffee wasn't so good after all. Next day... damn, I need a cup of coffee. That's all there is to it.
NOW! Try to tell your mind that and Maya/ego and all that good stuff will raise absolute hell with you in an effort to defend its concept of human love. Anything that requires a defence is not real. Period.
Why to do I sign off with ''Love ya, Jed''? Because using ''I am the love that you are, Jed'' takes too long to type. Maybe I should abbreviate that...
Ya, Jed.
P.S. You comments are always welcome...