You know, I've done the big, burning, addictive sort of love. And in some ways it's wonderful, just the sheer force of it, but at the same time, that sort of feeling consumes you, and if there's no real outlet for it, it does become damaging after a while.
And when I stop to thing about it, there's something to be said for the sort of person who you can be around all the time, who always understands how you're feeling, who you can talk to about anything. It's not quite as forceful, but it's just so...comfortable. Like something that should be.
(By which I mean to say, love you, dearest ♥)
I wrote this a while ago, but forgot to post it...
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