Love
is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out
whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is
inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the
promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in
love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
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