So there might be different kinds of love. Family, friends, soul-mate etc. I reckon it comes down to a few key issues. Mutual trust and adoration. I'd rather get hurt by stupid things than never have the chance of ending up happy. Because in my book, passionate people are happier when they are happy and more upset when they are sad, than what reserved people are. And love to me is when you make me laugh and cry, and not just smile.
