MRS. CHRiSTiNe F. DieSTo

as you sleep soundly tonight, let me do the dreaming for you. these are beautiful words inspired by what we commonly have, had and will enjoy till life after our deaths. thank you for all the things that you have done for me. my gratitude is endless and i feel blessed to share the rest of my life with you . . .

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 and I have it, we have roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we will find that we are one tree and not two.

i love you.

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