"Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away..."

"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 to external 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...."
-Captain Corelli's Mandolin6 "Love is the beauty of the soul."
-St. Augustine

I read this.

And cried.

Its spot on.

And beautiful.

End of story.