_______________________ "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
_______________________breathlessness, it is not excitement, 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."
____________________________-St. Augustine