silly mango

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.

~Captain Corelli's Mandolin

Roots gives life to plants, digging deep into the earth, searching for the essential nutrients that the plant needs to survive, to exist. Without roots, we are susceptible to being caught by the wind and blown to the far corners of this world, lost and alone. Roots give us stability, security. Roots let us stretch our branches and yet maintaining our contact with what gives us life.
In him my roots were planted and I was allowed to grow, to flourish, to exist in a way that I have never before. And now I can feel myself withering inside. It is like looking at the sun and wondering why each day the light grows dimmer, why everything has lost its wonder. There is nothing left to anchor me, to give me existence. And now I can only long for the wind to come and carry me away to some unfeeling place, away from all pain, away from all that hurts.