The idea of a best friend feels like the purest kind of love. It’s choosing the same person again and again, often without even realizing you’re doing it, because somewhere deep down you just know your lives were meant to intersect. Like your bond carries a quiet kind of fate one that’s impossible to explain but impossible to ignore.
People hear you say you’re passionate and only think about the positive aspects of passion. I’m passionate in love but I’m also passionate in anger, sadness, disgust and everything else I feel.