Passion

What makes people soul mates?
Is it that one time when you were both eight, living on opposite sides of the country, when you slipped on wet floor and banged your elbow against the kitchen table that left a scar that would make you fall in love when you saw an identical indent in their elbow with a matching back story 15 years later when you met?
Is it the time that you woke up late that one morning and rushed down to a coffee shop and knocked over the tea of a woman, who just like you, sprints to a shop soon after sunrise to get the very same passion tea latte that you order on the regular? Is it the time that you learn that she works a similar job as you just for a different firm?
Is it that one time at a baseball game in San Diego when you are rooting for the opposite team and catch another guy wearing a Phillie’s jersey in a stadium full of Padres fans?
Is it that one time? Maybe it is not… I do not know.
But I do know that there is no matching scar story for us. No bumping into you by the hands of fate. No matching jerseys.
We do not root for the same things. Except for each other.
And isn’t that what’s most important?
—  a.p.// You’ve Got My Soul, Mate

Love is a burning thing
and it makes a fiery ring
bound by wild desire
I fell in to a ring of fire…

I fell in to a burning ring of fire
I went down,down,down
and the flames went higher.
And it burns,burns,burns
the ring of fire
the ring of fire.

The taste of love is sweet
when hearts like ours meet
I fell for you like a child
oh, but the fire went wild..

—  Johnny Cash, Ring of Fire