“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.” – Louis de Bernières
You feel it, you felt it, you know this.
Erupting; You ring loudly, and after a time you settle in:
There is nothing to be ashamed of,
What was you were, and you have more breaths to take.
Know that even the Sun will stop burning one day – It is not a failure, but the way of things.