How do I know if what I'm feeling is real love or just infatuation?

Mirabai spent her life asking this question in a different form: Am I devoted to what's true, or am I chasing an idea? Here's what I've noticed. Infatuation is often about possession—you're drawn to how someone makes you feel, their image, the fantasy of them. It's urgent, consuming, sometimes beautiful but also brittle. Real love, the kind worth examining, asks something of you. It notices the actual person—their contradictions, their struggles, the ways they disappoint you—and chooses anyway. It's slower to ignite but deeper to root. One useful test: Can you imagine a future with this person that includes ordinary Tuesday mornings, conflict, growth, change? Or are you only able to picture the highlight reel? Infatuation lives in the peak moments. Love lives in the valleys too. The grief Mirabai knew so well came from loving what was real, not what was perfect. That's worth paying attention to. Sit with your own heart for a while. Journal what you actually see versus what you hope to see. The difference matters.