I think that’s why I loved her. I fell in love with how she loved; how she was so passionate about what she did, or rather how passionate she was about life. We often question what we need but it isn’t what we need, it’s what needs us. Without passion we are naught, an empty vessel that simply exists for mere observation. Without passion it’s almost as if we don’t exist. I think that’s what we all must find in what seems like a perpetual existence. We must find something to be passionate about. I found passion when I found her, but she was already passionate about someone else.