Beautiful Worlds

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then it subsides. When it subsides, you'll make a decision 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 that we are.

Personally, Love means a deep affection you have towards someone. On top of that, I've learn that love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Therefore, I think that we all have roots that grew towards each other underground. And when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches, we'll find that we are one tree and not two.