When you fall in love it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsided, 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’s not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. 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.
凯奇上演「柯莱利上尉的曼陀林」
