Love can be looked at in more than two ways, but here are two. Passion, or being "in" love, and Love itself- having love for somebody, giving your love to them, sharing love with them. First love explodes and then it settles down, this we know for sure. Passion is a capricious flirt. And when it settles down, it's time to work out whether your roots are entwined. Is that what love is? Not breathlessness, excitement, a promulgation of promises of eternal passion? Is that just being "in" love? I'm uncertain. But I am certain about the roots. Love itself- having it, sharing it- is what you have when your roots grow towards each other and become entwined underground, where no one may see it, and when blossoms fall and branches are bare as the cycle of being "in love" completes and starts over again, we find that we are one tree, and not two. I am also certain that some may say that becoming one tree is both an art and a fortunate accident. I strongly believe it is an art.
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