“I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.”
― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
Sweet moments spent in a good company like family or friends creates an atmosphere of spiritual warmth and sympathy which rises into a strong feeling as affection. As simple as this, anywise affection means much more than just attachment to someone.
Affection is when you feel the need to see your loved one’s smile, when you need a sweet kiss instead of honey to sweeten. Supposedly, to love takes pure feelings, real emotions, but can affection grow into something more, like love? Affection is the same sympathy that makes you feel disoriented and lost, that makes you happy but also sad, that awakens those little complexes about your personality: am I good enough, am I really smart or rather funny , is my body passably attractive? All those childish questions have no reason to be asked.
What special feeling of pleasure is when you’re close to the person you have affection for? How do we call the wish for something more than what it is and how to explain the involuntary smile on our face every time we look at the certain person? From the first touch appear feelings of delight that makes you feel in the ninth heaven. Nothing could describe the sadness of the soul when you do not get even the most insignificant message from him/her or thoughts that do not let you sleep: is he or she thinking of me? I wouldn’t call these feelings any way, but suppose that all are somehow connected with affection, which then creates love.
Affection is a wish. The wish of feeling close to somebody; the wish to dedicate your sincere emotions; the wish to whisper him/her sweet words and to know that “the one and only” will never forget them; the wish to want, to feel the both hearts beating withal; the wish to wake up in the morning with the thought that “you” exists and pleases my soul. Affection is a special feeling for each of us, that differs from one to another.