Most relationships I've had are a whirlwind of passion and emotion. Since I sit here by myself typing these words, pining for someone significant, clearly those all-consuming relations have not worked.
So today, I'm giving thought as to whether or not romantic love might eventually blossom from something slower. Something more comfortable. Something actually relaxing, like slipping into a hot bath.
Someone you are content just to hold hands with. To snuggle with. To be able to be honest, and rest your head on his shoulder.
Can passion emerge from something comfortable and slow growing?
I suppose there's only one way to find out.
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