"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."
-St. Augustine.