When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are 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 desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No... don't blush. I am telling you some truths. For 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...
A song for the soul, after a very very long time :)
The Blowers Daughter.
A song for the soul, after a very very long time :)
3 comments:
Absolutely beautiful!!! Especially the last line when you say love is what is left over .... :)
here is some thing inspired by this post of yours
http://rendezvouswithvibhavari.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-survival-secret.html
Conveyed the real sens in simple way... loved it!
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