baby i must be dead...

There will come a time in your life when you will become infatuated with a single soul. For this person, you'd do anything & not think twice about it, but when asked why... you have no answer. You'll try your whole life to understand how a single person can affect you as much as they do, but you'll never find out. & no matter how badly you hate it or how badly it hurts... you'll love this person without regret for the rest of your life.

love...

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. You'll have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom fall from your branches, you'll find out that you were one tree, not two.