Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make decision. You work out whether your roots become so entwined together that inconceivable should ever part. Because this what love is. not breathlessness excitement the promulgation of promises eternal passion. That just being in love which any us can convince ourselves we are. itself left over has burned away both art fortunate accident. Those truly grow towards each other underground all pretty blossoms fallen from their branches they find are one tree two.