I wouldn’t have thought it, myself. I would have said I wanted passion and romance and drama. I might have said the opposite of this a few years ago. I might have said, “Give me that man that is passion’s vessel. . .”
But in recent years, I’ve changed my tune. Someone who is not a slave to passion will consider someone else before he considers himself. He is not subject to the tempests and torrents of desire or sail filling winds of fury. I wear him in my heart’s core, it turns out, right in my heart of hearts.