There is a kind of love where you burst fireworks and sing to your heart’s content.
There is a kind of love where you hold hands and slow dance on a deserted road.
There is a kind of love where you tuck into a quiet alcove with whispered dreams.
There is also a kind of love…
A kind that is surreal
Connected through the slightest flicker of the eyes
In the most fleeting touches
Tied by a wisp of gossamer thread
Where there is a familiar understanding even after years of separation.
A kind that is invisible but in the slightest curve of the lips.
The one you carefully lock in a dark corner of your soul,
Only to bring out as a guiding star in the pitch dark.
Your ray of sunshine on a rainy day.
It is the love that never was.
It is the love that never could be.
Yet, it is the love that got lost.
“There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald