#differentloves

I love him. I love this man. No one knows me the way he knows me, no one loves me the way he loves me. There is other love out there for me. But it's different. It isn't this. It isn't this exact love. It's better and it's worse. But I guess that's sort of the point of love between two people– you can't re-create it. Every time you love, everyone you love, the love is different. You're different in it. Right now, I want nothing but to revel in this love.