When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides... You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because... Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement... No... don't blush... that is just being in love... Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is!