"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. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned
away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother
and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found
that we were one tree and not two."
-- St. Augustine
*photo by harold lloyd
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