Love
is a temporary madness.
it erupts l
ike an earthquake and then subs
ides.
And when
it subs
ides you have to make a dec
is
ion.
You have to work out whether your roots have become so entw
ined together
that
it
is
inconce
ivable that you should ever part.
Because th
is
is what love
is.
Love
is not breathlessness,
it
is not exc
itement,
it
is not the promulgat
ion of prom
ises of eternal pass
ion.
That
is just be
ing
in love wh
ich any of us can conv
ince ourselves we are.
Love
itself
is what
is left over when be
ing
in love has burned away,
and th
is
is both an art and a fortunate acc
ident.
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.
~ Capt
ian Corell
i's Mandol
in.