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Tuesday, December 20, 2011 ( 6:11 PM ) shut up christine 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 blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.i remember when i met makoto for the first time we were taking physiology at compton community college first day of class -- so many students were trying to add the class that there weren't enough chairs in the lab, i asked if i could stand next to him we started our first activity measuring our pulses and plotting them on graphs he looked at mine and asked me if i exercised, because my heart rate was extra low truthfully, i have hypotension and a very low resting heart rate to begin with but in our story, i like to think my heart was skipping beats nowadays we're like an old married couple our waking moments together are spent washing dishes, adjusting our wack tv antennae to get a decent signal for channel 11, grocery shopping. arguing sometimes. last night i said a lot of things i didn't mean. i left our house at 1:30am, and drove to cerritos i can be vicious, like a rabid chihuahua i suppose these moments are our earthquakes & blossoms falling away i have never loved anyone more #
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