A Different Kind of Love

The kind that makes your tummy

tie in knots and tingle all at the same time.

Makes your cheeks hurt when you hold back tears.

Sometimes you cannot muster enough energy

to allow yourself to experience the emotions of it,

for more than a mere moment,

and you just have to shut it out

because it hurts.

You wouldn’t trade it for the world,

but you don’t get to fully live it,

yet you still “have” it.

It’s not tangible,

it’s not based upon actions

or upon daily events…

it’s a love that just is,

even though you fight it.

Perhaps it’s not logical,

perhaps it doesn’t fully fit your life.

The kind that takes no work or effort,

one that will not go away,

even if you try to push it out.

A love that just is…different.

Living—not just in your heart,

living, in your soul,

healing you,

just as you need it to.