Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is 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… For 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.

“Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is 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… For 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.”
~Louis de Bernières