"If your soul isn’t on fire, it isn’t love."
I normally shy away from absolutes, especially ones concerning love. But this one seems to work. It seems to allow for a love that is subtle, reserved, and quiet while still being hot, boiling beneath the surface. This love doesn’t have to be mad, burning passion. It doesn’t have to be craze-filled lust. It can be. It can be bodies and skin and lips—grabbing, groping, and biting.
But it doesn’t have to be. It can be slow, it can be subtle, it can be as small as a kindling spark deep in the brush. It’s important that this kind of love exists—for the people who aren’t always passion or lust, who have quiet mouths and loud minds, who refuse to perform, for people whose souls burn and they just stare them in the eye and say “Yes. I’m in. I’m all in.” If you’re patient enough and understanding enough, you’ll see that we too can can put our hands in places that have dust in them."