when you fall in love, it is a temporary madness.
it erupts like an earthquake and then it subsides.
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 inconcevable that you should ever part.
because that is what love is.
love is not breathlessness, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day.
love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away...