It's a funny thing, to lust after someone and slowly over time, the more you get to know them, you see that lust turn into something more.
What started as "I want to fuck you" is slowly turning into "I want to hold your hand and travel the world with you."
Lust isn't bad per say, it's spicy and if cultivated it can be filling, like a strong liquor it burns in your belly.
But this other, it's nourishing, it's almost like it's life sustaining. "How did I live before you?" starts popping up in my mind. "How will I get through this work day without you?" becomes the norm. Every moment with you seems to fly by far too fast, and every moment without you seems pointless.