Maybe it’s never getting butterflies because you always know where you stand? Maybe it’s not passion, but caution? Shouldn’t you be cautious? If you’re going to go through the emotional stripping necessary to give your heart to another? To let them hold it beating in the palms of their hands, both of you knowing they can close their fingers at any time and squash it to mush? Shouldn’t you feel safe with that person, rather than delirious with passion or insecurity or…a trauma bond? Maybe love – real love – is mellow.
