Such a promise to be fulfilled is this thing called love.  Yet, love is no mystery.  It is powerful, filled with an energetic wavelength that propels a creative dynamic.  We are able to merge with entities that begin to share our own forcefield of energy; we increase in strength and begin a new course toward our own evolution; in love, we create new aspects of our own shared realities.  It is beautiful to love, because it allows us to fulfill the destined call to be fruitful and multiply.  Yet, how hazardous it can be when one chooses to cling to love, to need it and crave it.  The weakness that once a strength became, when a good source of energy becomes a negative reaction; when we become a slave to it, or to anything, it shall destroy us, just as it once sustained.  To be truly free, we must be free even from love itself.  Ed Hardy says that love kills slowly.  Well, the purpose of love is to be life giving.  If it kills us then it has outstayed its purpose.  Falling in love is a common weakness.  We fall, and refuse to rise out of the ashes of our longings.  Love is a beautiful beast.  Perhaps the forbidden fruit, to desire something so much.