I won't waste a minute without you?

Shared goals. Common ground. Similar interests. Respect. Comfort. Trust.
Is that love?
Passion. Intensity. Going insane. Going to extreme, even dangerous lengths.
Is that love?
Which is it? I can't decide.
Is it better to live comfortably, feeling perfectly fine or live wildly, feeling everything intensely?
Is it comfort or passion?
I don't understand.
Which works? Which doesn't?
It's nice to have respect for each other and sensibility and everything but is that really love?
I think love is when you meet that person that drives you insane. The one person that fills that hole inside you and you feel so complete that you don't know how to function. You've lived your entire life without that piece and now you don't know how to live with all that passion.
I think it's when it's good it's really good and when it's bad it's really bad. It's so intense your moments of passion can be violent and brutal, bloody even.
I think it's walking around feeling like half your body is missing when they're gone.
I don't think it has anything to do with respect and having things in common. I think it's knowing the other person so completely that you're no longer two people. And when you're together, you're one. Two bodies, one soul. The "beast with two backs" in the sexual sense.
But if it is, then why are so many people living without it?
Can all that intensity really last? Or will you die of an overdose of each other?
And if you do actually die, then wouldn't it be worth it? Because what's living without half your body?