When you fall inlove, it is a temporary madness

It erupts like an earthquake, and then it 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 a desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake @ night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body

That is just being inlove which any of us can convince ourselves we are.

Love itself is what is left over, when being inlove has burned away.

Doesnt sound very exciting does it?

But it is.

--john hurt

capt. corelli's mandolin