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 father had it,
they had roots that grew towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches
they found that they were one tree and not two..
"Love is the beauty of the soul."
i love you Reyzian Hannan Alias
and i , i want to share my love with you sayang
im sincerely do.
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