There are two types of love: Passionate and companionate. Passionate is when there’s an intense, deep longing for union with a person. Companionate is more light on the heart. It’s the affection we feel for those with whom our lives are deeply entwined. Companionate love, will forever exist with best friends and family. But why can’t passionate love remain consistent? Why must there be such a deep, deep longing for a person that you can’t breathe, that they’re the reason you can’t sleep at 3 am? It causes a physiological arousal, psychologists say. (That’s when your heart starts pounding a lot faster than you ever imagined it could). “Passionate lovers experience the roller coaster feelings— euphoria, happiness, vulnerability, anxiety, panic, despair. The risks of love merely add fuel to the fire.”
“Cinderella walked on broken glass, Sleeping beauty let her whole life pass by, Belle fell in love with a beast, Pocahontas risked her life for a feast, Jasmine could have had anyone but she chose a poor man, and Ariel, she walked on land.”—
Zippy’s is just around the corner. Coldness is getting out of the water, and the winds just kicking in. Best friends at most, are only a 15 minute drive away. Spicy ahi is served everywhere. The only pieces of clothing I wear most is made of nylon/lycra/spandex. Home cooked meals. I lie in endless amount of sand. Lying in bed with no sounds of ambulances and car honks outside the window. Heat is generated not by a man-mad machine, but by the SUN.