I read this over at the Nie Nie Dialogues and I thought how pertinent it is to my life. I have always struggled with this concept of being in love versus loving someone truly. It reminds me a lot of Ovid's fable of Baucis and Philemon.
"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."