Love
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 make a decision.
You have to
work out whether your roots have become entwined
that it is
inconceivable that you should ever part...
Because this
is what love is.
Love is not
breathlessness. It is not excitement.
It's not the
desire to mate every second of the day.
It is not
lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body.
That is just
being in love.
Love itself
is what is left over,
when being
in love has burned away.
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Wow, what thoughts miss ! Especially "Love itself is what is left over,
when being in love has burned away.", truly amazing !
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