Image Elizabeth Messina
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes 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 that is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement,
It is not the proclamation 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,
And this is both an art and a fortunate accident...
To have roots that grow towards each other underground,
So that when all the pretty blossom has fallen from your branches
You find that you are one tree and not two.
Excerpt from the novel 'Captain Corelli’s Mandolin' by Louis de Bernieres
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