Love is a temporary madness; it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have 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 fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.......roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from your branches you find that you are one tree and not two……
- Louis De Bernières,. Adapted from CAPTAIN CORELLI'S MANDOLIN