"I consider love to be 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. I want to have it, to feel it, I want the two of us to have roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom fall from our branches we would find that we were one tree and not two. I want to feel this and I do not want to accept something less."
~ Louis de Bernieres
***Also there was a post titled "How to make friends in a bar" with nothing written in the body. Apparently I lost my train of thoughts or just realized I had absolutely no advice on the subject.