The Roots

"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."
-St. Augustine

What a beautiful story of true love. (LOVE) that word, it brings out the best in us and can bring out the worst. But the one thing it does is eleveate the mundane. I believe that without love we can walk through the world without the bitterness and agony that once crept in after that bad breakup, the one that shattered our fragile hearts and threw us back into the game of mundane.

Then something happens, through luck, God, coincidence, or other phenomena. We have that chance meeting, bump into one another and the vines intertwine and the roots begin to set. The leaves and flowers bloom, the fruits come in and wholla, it all falls away with the fall. So what happens now. They find they need each other, not in the sense that they can't survive the winter, they just don't want to. They want to stay tangled because to stay warm and stay alive they need only the warmth, that only each of them can remit. People grow as do trees. They find the roots growing together, they plant the feelings and allow the roots to take hold and soon they find themselves operating as one instead two trying to make it through the world. The weather is harsh, so lets make sure our roots are strong. I want to enjoy our springs, love our falls, weather our winters, and bask in our summers glow. The roots make it possible, you make it possible. Miss You...Me