well that was the initial plan, but apparently this become a scattered space of my inconsistent ramble and incoherent mumble. I write my heart out, I throw my anger and frustation, I jotted my hopes and dreams, I record my random thoughts here

August 19, 2011

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.
Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is!