
Because that is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, its not eexcitement, 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 fortunate accident. Some have roots that grow with each other underground and when the pretty blossoms fall from the branches, they find that they are one tree, not two."
*Unfortunatly, I can not take credit for this photo :)