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 blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.- extracted from a FB photo where I was tagged for unknown reasons (ok supposed to vote but I don't know who that person is leh..).. but I found the caption thought-provoking...
So I wrote a long long rambling to a friend what is the difference of "being in love" and "in love"...
and I finally saw light of my rambling that
"being in love" means you were using your mind to convince yourself that you love that person and that you were seeing through a rose-tinted glass the beautiful image that you conjured up.
then
"in love" means that you were no longer using your mind but your heart, you were no longer holding that rose tinted glass but seeing in bright clear light, that the person in front of u is who that person really is, and that you still want that person very much despite any flaws you can detect.
So how many can claim that he/she is truly in love?
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