When you fall in love, it is 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 inconvincible that you should ever part, because this is what love is.
Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to make 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, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away. Doesn’t sound very exciting, but it is. Do you think that you could begin to imagine that this is how you will come to fell with someone?