I have been obsessed with pinterest.com lately. It has given me a way to escape from the cares of the world and get all girly. It has been fun. I came across this quote and I really liked it. It encapsulates what I have thought about love for a while, and when (or if) romantic love is a part of my life in the future. I hope it grows into this.
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 excitement, it is not breathlessness, 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.
