Love is spending the rest of your life with someone you want to kill & not doing it because You’d miss them.IS a temporary madness,it erups like vulcanoes and then subsides.And when it subsides,you have to work out whether your roots have so entwined toghether that 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,it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day,it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body.No,don’t blush,i am telling you some truths.That is just „being in love”,which any fool can do.Love it self is what is left over when being in love has burned away,and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.