Love or L.O.V.E

Love (a feeling that makes life more lovable) or L.O.V.E. (Lake of Sorrows, Ocean of Tears, Valley of Death and End of Life), which way would you prefer taking it! I would partly confide with the latter definition (a little out of proportions may be). Don’t go berserk already; I’ll prove to you why.
One of the best definitions of ideal love (picked up from a movie and is fictional in its own way) I have ever come across would be:
"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, and 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. “
There are two kinds of people in this world. There are those who don’t actually know what love is and those who know what it is and yet take the chance of tasting it. Either way, you end up getting hurt. So, question yourself as to where you belong and then brace yourself to get hit on the face, the way it pleases you!
Lets talk about the first kind. Ironically, the more sensible the above definition sounds to be, the more difficult (or impossible) it is to find such true love. More often, it withers away as a ‘temporary madness’. It is the decision making part that is the hardest. The earthquake or the initial frenzy phase which people confuse with love is no more than an attraction; it is the satisfaction one gets in knowing that there is someone out there you can share your feelings with. It is the pride and joy you feel in changing your relationship status to ‘Committed’ (on sites like Facebook and Orkut) and swashing about your new found love in your social circles. I believe it is the idea of having something new in one’s life that excites people more than anything else. The tag of ‘lovers’ to such cases is totally gross and you would only end up in sorrows and tears.
Now lets see how the people who, by definition, have found their love of life suffer.
Love, as it is said, has no boundaries and this is the problem. As friends you respect these boundaries; you treat some things off-limits, but in love you become devoid of this personal space.
I have seen how things change over a period of time. Things about your partner which once excited you to the core (like their independence, attitude or personality) now seem to be very annoying, reason being you have taken too much of it now. Questions which were never raised earlier require a firm justification as the relationship grows old. The idea of taking your partner for granted (I can provide more examples from a male perspective here) raises all sorts of doubts and misunderstandings. Compromises start to hurt your ego more than ever. While you were ready to spend hours waiting just to catch a glimpse of him/her initially, the very thought of having to wait seems to irritate you now. ‘In love’ you were ready to fight with the world to have him/her but once this ‘being in love’ phase(by the earlier definition) burns away you only fight with him/her, even over issues that are, apparently, very trivial. Jaane kyun…..what, at the end, comes your way is only loads of pains and sorrows which you could have very well done without.
PS: This is a purely personal opinion and no offense is intended to anyone. Would love to be proved wrong! As for me, I have taken the easy way out. Please don't judge me :)
Cheers,
Piyush.