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, and it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal
passion. That
is just being INLOVE, which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
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