The beauty of love as it was made to be

While reading Wollstonecraft for my women and politics class, I came upon a depressing statement with something slightly beautiful within it-

When the husband ceases to be a lover — and the time will inevitably come, her desire of pleasing will then grow languid, or become a spring of bitternes; and love, perhaps, the most evanescent of all passions, gives place to jealousy or vanity.
(A Vindication of the Rights of Woman, Wollstonecraft)

I believe that in the 1790's when Wollstonecraft was beginning to speak for women with a strength of voice and passion of equality that one can only admire this was often true. I also believe that the validity of her statement in many relationships throughout the world today is one of our saddest truths ignored.

I later came across a description of a love beginning that captures the very essence of the feeling as I wish we all could not only find, but continue to feel for all eternity in the most intimate place of our hearts-

You were just a boy in a bed in a room. like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, and magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew. (Wasteland, Francesca Lia Block Wasteland)