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.
Isolde of Ireland was the daughter of the King of Ireland. She was betrothed to King Mark of Cornwall but fell in love with Tristan, the nephew of the king. She continued her affair with Tristan after her marriage with King Mark. Soon the king came to know of the affair.
There was a grove of tall green pines and magnolias that lined the streets of Savannah, the waft coming inside the sightseeing bus made me experience a form of time travel; the trees smelled exactly like those I inhaled on the way to school in Montebello, CA.