...and other natural disasters
When you reach certain age love becomes a chronic condition. You catch it, think that it's nothing and you will just shake it off as you used to, two years, five tops and you will be love-free, and then you learn that it can be indeed treacherous. When you are past that age love burns slowly; two years on and you realize that it is just gaining momentum. Where in your youth you'd already been tired of sleeping together now there has not even been the first hint of boredom yet. And this is when you know that you have twenty, thirty years of living with this condition ahead of you; maybe even a lifetime, actually, when you think of it.