10 11 / 2012
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 promises of eternal passion. that is just being ‘in love’. love is what is left over after being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches, we found that we were one tree and not two.