How can there be so many different flavors of
love? The
passionate and
abiding love I feel for my
significant other is the strongest, and I always figured that kind of
right now love of the
romance in which one is
immersed was all one could feel at a time. But I've found that it can't
overwhelm the others. That faint, soft
taste of
what could have been--the
boy I could have
fallen in love with and who I didn't know I did love on some level, who might even have been
in love with me once. The
burnt sugar-
sweet embers of the one who
broke my heart twice; it wasn't
meant to be but sometimes he still warms
my heart so much that it confuses me a little.
I know there are
more, but love is so
intense, I think I'll go
catch snowflakes on my tongue for a little while instead.