Everyone want to fall in it. Because that experience makes people feel completely alive. Where every sense is heightened, every emotion is magnified, our everyday reality is shattered and we are flying into the heavens. It may only last a moment, and hour, an afternoon. But that doesn't diminish its value. Because we are left with memories that we treasure for life. It is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.
It 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 it is. It is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in "it" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Itself is what is left over when being in "it" has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. My 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.

Now, do you understand love?