"New Love Is Easy Art"

“The unspoken fear of so many artists is the discovery of true love. Not the kind of love that burns hard and fast, but the kind that smolders with no end and wouldn't let you go if you tried. I can't speak for all writers, but I know I speak for many when I say that it is a secret fear amongst us that with this smoldering comes the death of an atomic dream. New love is easy art.”

I really wish I could write like Andrew McMahon; when I shared this with a friend last night, we were both wide-eyed and a little lost. What did love mean to us? Did the love we have for others burn hard and fast? Or did it smolder?

There is no way to measure love, and yet we try to do it all the time. Right after the question “do you love me?” comes the follow up question “how much do you love me?”. Why is it never enough to know that you are loved? Why is anything ever enough?

New love is easy art, because it's simple to create something new, and it feeds our hunger to be loved. We always look for the easy way out instead of fixing our current problems. I think that's also why the divorce rate is high—no one wants to compromise. We're so focused on ourselves that we often forget that there is someone else in this relationship.

That smoldering love is ourselves finally realizing that we must develop relationships; anything that disappears like fireworks is nothing worth keeping.