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.
im shaking, but i dont want to fall.
i dont want you to fall either. that's the last thing i want for you.
and i would go against all odds for this love, for our love.
darling, will you be my solid ground?