I love research. Because I’m naturally and annoyingly curious. Add that and put Google in the mixture, and there you go. Lately I’ve taken to googling things like “How to know if you’re in love” and “Is your relationship going to last?” Silly stuff really, but people have googled topics like “Has the milk in my fridge gone bad? How do I tell?”…
Anyway the point here is that I was extremely curious to know what love is. Isn’t everyone? In the most cliched of ways, I wondered about the difference between infatuation, loving someone and being in love. Not just romantic love, but love in itself too. Among families, relatives, siblings even. What makes you love a friend differently than a partner? Is lust the only thing that keeps the two equations apart?
If you’re in love, are you supposed to be breathless and excite
d and happy all the time? Is that even possible? Or is that just a state of temporary infatuation?
How do you tell when he’s the ONE? (Major question, no?)
How do you know it’s going to last, a day, a month, for the rest of your life?
A million million questions were in my head and even Google couldn’t solve my problem..until I found this quote. It solved every single doubt and question I had by four or five lines that explained the essence of true love. I’m so glad to have finally discovered what no quiz, list or poll could tell me:
“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 blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
Question answered. Topic resolved. After searching for four years. Finally. 🙂