You're in love with novelty. The unrealized potential. The newness of the person. For you, and a lot of people, that first sense of love is like traveling to a new country and absorbing everything fresh and anew.
Problem is that the situation is a great high, but it is just that -- it's a temporary illusion. People can visit Italy and fall in love with the country and want to live there. But when they do, they find out all the bureaucracy to get anything done, the impossibility of finding a job for a living, how hard it is to integrate in a country where you're always considered a foreigner, etc.
Did Italy change during that time? Hell no -- just you did.
A lot of guys (and women) make a life out of the endless quest of that newness, swinging from one new experience, to becoming bored with routine and knowing the other person, to trying to recreate that in a wholly new person. For some people, that's a great way to live. But they only live superficially -- only as good as the next country they visit. Because at some point, for many, you have to face the reality of settling in and actually living where you want to live -- not as a perpetual tourist, because that's impractical after a while.
A lot of people cannot figure out how to deal with that reality and make a lot of short-term-smart/long-term-stupid choices to cope with it.
My point being that there's a whole other love out there that comes when you've already heard the other person's stories 10x already. Where being quiet is OK. Where you're in things together and face them together, as life is always changing around you.
Just as a friend of mine once said, "Really liking someone is hard and pretty special. I fall in love every other week."
If you were in my hometown, I'd have an answer for you.
..my timezone has changed..
