"When you fall in love, it is a temporary
madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and
then it subsides. And when it subsides, 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 desire to
mate every second of the day, it's not laying
awake at night imagining that he is kissing
every part of your body. No, 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.
Doesn't sound very exciting does it? But, it
is. "
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