I am what the world calls a hopeless, passionate romantic.
Being a passionate individual my entire life has not been easy. I used to war with myself because of it. In my family, I was known as the emotional one. I really disliked this label. I grew up wishing I was more even tempered, and I worked very hard to control my emotional responses. It took me years to embrace my passionate nature, to see it as a strength, and not a weakness. The world tends to frown on passionate people, the type who cry when they are moved, or express their joy exuberantly when they are happy. People who have passionate natures feel things intensely, deeply, and we don’t hide that from the world. Time and maturity have tempered my responses, but have not lessened the strength of my passions.