There are 3 different types of loves. The first one, is the puppy, high school gonna-get-married-and-have-their-baby type of love. The one that everyone remembers and it stings to think about. The second type of love is the love that fucking breaks you. This type of love is what you think you want. But, obviously, it's toxic. Its such a horrible relationship it will literally scar you for life. We've all been there. And finally, the third type of love. This type of love sneaks up on you. It comes up out of nowhere and breaks this endless cycle of heartbreak that seems to keep coming in your life, and usually happens right after a major heartbreak. Let me tell you, I don't know if this person is my third love. I want them to be. But that's not the same thing, is it? All I do is write about them, though, and honestly, I think people are done hearing about them. But I can't help it. I have no other way to express my feelings. I have no other way to tell them how much they mean to me. I can't say it out loud, the extent of how I feel, anyways. I "withhold information", i suppose. But it's for everyone's own good. I've pushed my feelings as far as I can without breaking my own heart. But the sad part is, if they were to break my heart, my dumbass would sweep up the pieces and give if right back to them. Am I insane? Have I gone to the point of no return? Probabaly. Am I worried that I won't come back? Not at all.
