Now, that is love—something new, something fresh. It’s almost a surprise: you have not planned that “I must fall in love with that fellow.” That’s why it rejuvenates: you discover that you are young, and it is so beautiful, right?
Now, what happens to this? Very soon this love, which had a fresh quality of relating, we give a particular name to it and we turn it into a relationship—and relationship is always dependent upon the past and is very, very limited. The moment you declare that “I have this particular relationship with somebody” you already have a concept in mind.
Love is not a concept. But ‘husband’ and ‘wife’ are concepts. The moment you say that somebody is your wife or somebody is your husband, you already know what that relationship means: now it is dead. Absolutely dead.