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.
And then, Chris Rock said this...
"Nobody gets a soul mate, all you gonna get in life if you lucky is a mate, Just a mate. Somebody you fuck, go to movies with. You fuck, go to another movie. You fuck, go to a comedy show. You fuck, go to your grandmomma's house. You fuck, go to your momma's house. You fuck, go see another movie. Somewhere in between fucking and movies, he goes, "Wanna get something to eat?"
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