this is exactly how i feel. are we one tree, or are we two?

“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 blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”

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St. Augustine “Love is not vain because it is frustrated, but because it is fulfilled. The people we love turn to ashes when we possess them.” — Marcel Proust  i wish i was like a deer, but i'm not delicate enough for that. i'm more like a moose. i've always wanted to be a mermaid, or a fairy, or a wood nymph. something magical and unusual. maybe if i wasn't human, i wouldn't have all these issues that come with humanity.