"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 the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. 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, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."
-St. Augustine
Wow. Well there you have it.
Lately I keep feeling like love is this pre-formed set of emotions, a certain mixture of feelings that is the same for everyone. That's so silly. Of course it's not the same for anyone. I keep expecting to just know when I'll feel it. Like it will just wash over me and it will be the most amazing feeling I'll ever experience. Fool, it's not that easy, is it?
Marissa and I made up. Yay.Yesterday in fact. I feel better emotionally, and mentally, but my body is still exhausted. I need to take better care of myself.
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Lately I keep feeling like love is this pre-formed set of emotions, a certain mixture of feelings that is the same for everyone. That's so silly. Of course it's not the same for anyone. I keep expecting to just know when I'll feel it. Like it will just wash over me and it will be the most amazing feeling I'll ever experience. Fool, it's not that easy, is it?
Marissa and I made up. Yay.Yesterday in fact. I feel better emotionally, and mentally, but my body is still exhausted. I need to take better care of myself.
>>--<3--|>
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