A ponder
I find myself locked in thought and can't seem to shake it. Sleep, good sleep, has been so rare for me lately, and I keep finding new walls to run into. My ex for instance. Not only does she still cause a glimmering in my heart when she comes along, but she's awoken an old question for me. It's an old one: what is the difference between passion and love?
I know we had passion. Many people know we had passion. But was it love?
Love is such a fickle thing. Do we acquire it from fondness? Friendship? Just feeling comfortable and safe around someone more than anyone else? I still don't think I'm sure. She rattles around in my head and I want to talk to her, but is it just a matter of my banked fires trying to reignite, or is it just that wonderfulness that is her?
I know we had passion. Many people know we had passion. But was it love?
Love is such a fickle thing. Do we acquire it from fondness? Friendship? Just feeling comfortable and safe around someone more than anyone else? I still don't think I'm sure. She rattles around in my head and I want to talk to her, but is it just a matter of my banked fires trying to reignite, or is it just that wonderfulness that is her?