Youth dreams of romance, of passion.
To find the one who makes you burn,
Makes you gasp,
Without whom, life is grey.
Without which, the world is soulless.
…but what youth yearns for, that passion, that romance, is really just the Hollywood version of love…
…it doesn’t have the weight, the density, the depth of color of real love…
Real love can grow as easily from passion as it can from friendship.
There’s no gasping, no burning, you’re not consumed by it, or with it.
Rather, you grow as it grows, you learn through it.
And it colors the world in the loveliest jewel-tones.