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[ghostchildren]

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 wheter your roots have become so entiwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.Because this is what love is.Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitment, it is not 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...

-Captian Corelli's Mandolin