When You Fall In Love...

it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an e a r t h q u a k e, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are 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 the desire to 'mate' every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is k i s s i n g every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. 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 burned away... 
-Captain Corelli's Mandolin