Why can’t wildness and tenderness walk hand in hand?
Why can’t we show our wild sides to each other without scratching each other’s faces off?
You look at old married couples staring off into space as they sit together in a restaurant. Is it because they know each other so well and somewhere deep inside there is a tumult waiting to be unleashed later in bed? Or is even that blasé?
You look at younger couples kissing in stairwells and sure they have passion but will they stab each other’s eyes out after they experience their first fight?
Is there anything in between?
All I know is you need to do what you love, do it with passion and see where it takes you.