When you fall in love , its like a t e m p o r a r y madness. It erupts you like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out if you roots have become so intertwined 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 the desire to mate every second of every day. It is not the desire to mate every second of every day. It is not lying awake at night imagining him kissing {{every part of your body.}} No... don't blush. You all know I'm telling the truth. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has b.u.r.n.e.d away....
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