love is temporary madness. it erups like an earthquake than subsides.and it subsides you have to make a decision.you have to work out whether your roots have became so entwined together with that it is inconceivable that you should ever part.because this was love is love breathlessness.it is not excitement. it is not promulgation of promises of enternal passion.that is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. love itself is what left over being in love has burned away and this both an art and a fortunate accident. it is a mystery why we fall in love.it is a mystery how it happends. it is mystery when it comes.it is mystery why some love grows and some love fails.you can analyze this mystery and look for reasons and causes.but you will never do anymore that take the life out of the experience.love is more than the sum of interest and attractions and commonalities that two people share and just as life itself is a gift that comes and goes in its own time,so too the coming of love must be taken as unfathomable gift that cannot be questioned in its way.rememmber that you dont choose love,love chooses you.all you can really do is accept it for all its mystery when it comes to your life.love has its time,its own season,its own reason for coming and going. you cannot bribe it or coerce or reason it into staying.you can only embarance it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.but if it chooses to leave from your heart.there is nothing you can do and there is nothing you should do.love always has been and always will be like a mystery.the most wonderful of things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has growing depth,beauty and joy as the years increase.this inner progresiveness of love between 2 human beings is a most marvelous thing it cant be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it.it is a sort of divine accidents.and the most wonderfull of all things in life.love is commit oneself without guartee to give oneself completely in the hope that our will produce love.love is an act of faith is also of little love.you come to love not by finding the perfect person but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly.love is the emblem of eternity it confounds all notion of time : effances all memmory of a begginning,all fear of an end.love is like friendship caught on fire: in the beginning a flame very pretty,often hot and fierce but still only light flickering.as love grows older,our hearts mature and our love become as coals.deep burning and unquenchable.true love is like a ghost which everybody talks about and few have seen.love isn't just sit there like a stone.it has to be made like bread: remade all the time ,made new.you will never know true happiness until you have truly loved.and you will never understand what is pain really is until you have lost it.........
Sincerely,
Marizka. xoxo :-)
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