Being in love is not about being happy. Being in love is not about being in pain, or disappointment, or about apologies. It’s not about candlelight, moonlight and dinner; nor dancing, lie-ins and hugs. It’s about being. It is everything. It brings out the very best in us, and the very worst. It’s about living everything life is, by one person. It is so powerful it transcends even death. It is the last bit of God left in us all. It is perhaps the most wonderfully irrational thing the human mind is capable of. I’ve always loved the irrational itself.