" Before you fall in love, you begin to imagine the other person. You create your lover, extrapolating on reality, dusting him or her with gold. You embellish to the point of perfection, and then fall hard for the image you've made. With all my traveling, I may have spent more time imagining than others. But a huge amount of all love takes place in the head. In the middle of any relationship we can spend more time, hour for hour, thinking about the other person than we spend in his presence. And after any breakup, there's no telling how long we might pine for someone. Love itself is in the mind's eye. "
― Elisabeth Eaves , Wanderlust: A Love Affair with Five Continents