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My pop and grannyLove 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. (Unknown Author) You can never really be whole, unless you've been empty~ you cant be mended until you've been broken~ you cant appreciate the sun with never seeing the storm~ you'll never know happiness until you have felt sorrow~ you'll never be able to share your life with someone, without knowing the true feeling of lonliness, nor can you ever truly smile without experiencing the taste of your own tears.......