In Love

I’m in love.
Not in the usual way.
No.
I’m in love with the idea of love.

The love that makes you cry into your pillow at night.
The love that leaves your body wracked with pain.
The love that is love unrequited.

I’m in love with the sorrowful love.
The love that takes your breath away.
The love that heats your soul, like the sun warms your face.

I’m in love with forgotten wishes and sleepless nights.
The love that sneaks up behind you and daggers you in the heart.
The love that steals kisses like it does dreams.

I’m in love with the words that are barely spoken.
The love that creeps alone in the shadows and hides.
The love that freezes your senses and frees you from the darkness.

I’m in love with you.
~kvp