This is love...
One thing should be clear: what we derive from love is determined neither by Cupid and his bow nor by some dark mystery which drives man and woman into each other's arms and both together into the abyss. Our fate is not in the stars, but in ourselves, in the veritable essence of our humanity. Some short stories and novels which life writes have happy endings, and some have not, just as in literature. The difference between life's stories and literature is the very fundamental one that it is the spiritual attitude of the involved parties, the degree of their self-reliance or their fear, the quantum of their inner security and their courage, which determines how the dice are to be cast. Human responsibility does not cease where human passion begins, because this is the very point where responsibility must be shown. We are responsible for our passions. As long as everything goes smoothly it is no great art to behave oneself correctly.