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.
Leave the past in the past, gonna find the future. And misery loves company, well so long, you’ll miss me when I’m gone. ♥
Futura jornalista, amante de música, esportes e fotografia. Culé, federista, flamenguista, La Albiceleste, LA Lakers. Lionel Messi, Roger Federer, Simple Plan ♥ "Folllow your heart, your passion, whatever it is. If it's music, sport or anything else, find something that you're really passionate about and just go for it. And even if you don't make it, it'll still be a great experience, still be part of your life, and it will make you a better person."