@thekatieway
“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. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”
my roots have been a mess since two-thousand-and-two. it’s hard to keep up when everything grows in a different direction, but i have an inkling that some of them have nestled under another tree. this tree grew away from me because the light was better and it needed that light to live and to grow and that’s just biology, but roots are sneaky and quiet. they are sneaky and they are quiet but they are also so lovely and so secret, like the holding of hands under covers.
