Definition of Love

A close friend shared this article with me.
She said she is not an expert in love, nor guarantee her choice at this stage in life is the right path but one thing she knows is that sometimes 'love' can be very realistic, very common, very monotonous, not always romance and fireworks which I think it’s so true.

Captain Corelli's Mandolin
by Louis de Bernieres

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides.
And when it subsides you have to make a decision.
You have to work out whether your roots have 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 eternal passion.
That is just "being in love", which any fool can do.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Those that truly love, have roots that grow towards each other underground,
and when all the pretty blossom have fallen from their branches,
they find that they are one tree and not two.