It is passion so strong, it makes you want to rip each other’s clothes off.
It is staying on the phone all night because you can’t not fall asleep to that voice.
It is cheesy messages and never ending expressions of all that you’ve ever sought.
It is being together every minute of every day because you can never be apart.
Love is all consuming or nothing at all.
Or so I thought.
Because that different kind of love nobody ever spoke about,
The one that shares silent moments and deepest thoughts,
When fights over music are drama enough,
When there’s nothing in common with the way you’ve been brought,
When everything’s calm,
When your heart takes over and you turn around
To find comfort, not sex, in someone’s arms
To find laughter, not jitters, in the way they talk
To believe, not question, who they are
To finally feel without having to fall
To be in love and never know it at all.
Oh, That Different Kind Of Love!