Dear Blog Readers,
Thank you for constantly supporting me to write, although I've realised unless there's something clouding my mind, it's actually a struggle for me to write cause I constantly side track and simply forget...
So before I do so again, let me continue...
I was recently educated by a friend that love relies on the continuous cycle defined by; Passion, Commitment and Communication. Today, I'd like to dwell into deciphering the importance of passion...
Passion [n. 'pa sh en]
An intense desire or enthusiasm for something
Strong and barely controllable emotion
Passion. It’s a force so potent we still remember it long after it’s faded away. A drive so alluring it can push us into the arms of unexpected lovers. A sensation so overwhelming, it can knock down walls we’ve built to protect our hearts. A feeling so intense, it resurfaces even when we try so hard to keep it buried. Yes, of all emotions, passion is the one that gives us a reason to live, and an excuse to commit all sorts of crimes.
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| — | Desperate Housewive |
This morning I woke up, went onto Facebook and smiled at my best friend's new relationship status with the person that I knew would finally after months pop the question.
But when i looked at the new relationship, it made me wonder about mine, one year and 4 months in, what's changed?
I dwell at the unsettling feeling in my chest.
After all this time spending day and night with each other since the night we first spent together, it was no longer an easily separable relationship. But he knew better, or so he thinks, perhaps selfishly, I was only ever going to remain complimentary, perhaps a rewarding presence to his life, in turns makes me ponder whether there was someone out there that could treat me like I was the one person that needed by his side.
We use to share an fierce passion in this relationship. A flame that sparked the moment we reached for each other through the passing crowd. In those intoxicated induced trance state, it only left me a deeper memory of those brief moments, but nothing felt stronger than those moments of desire to be closer, the passion that ignited.
The lust I felt was mutual, that feeling of sexual intimacy among the tender warmth that brooded inside. The way your eyes enticed me towards you leaving me catching my own breath, hungry for your touch and kiss.
There were passion in everything we did, a heat of urge I felt to rip your clothes off and find that way to get closer to you, have to you fondle me, caress me and open the passage to connect with you at a level beyond physical sense.
One year 4 months later, my passion remains intense, the only difference is it is no longer pure lust, but love and care fused within in.
And in those dark moments of silent tears, I struggled to gain the courage to ask your reason for the lack of passion that existed towards me, fearing the worst, and when I did, you simply assured me it was because you considered the future and prioritised our schedule each day and there was usually more important things to do and that I shouldn't worry cause you still love me.
But what he didn't understand was the importance of this passion and the significance.
Sincerely,
Miss C
