♥ what is love ♥

"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"


 The spaces between our fingers were created
        for another to fill them in .. ♥