That Kind of Love

I wanna feel that kind of love again. That kind when I actually feel that I’m wanted. That kind where I am not afraid to say what I mean, even if I’m not making any sense. That kind where I don’t almost always half-expect the other to walk out on me even for the least of things. That sweep-me-off-my-feet kind. That kind when I not only feel loved, but also see the love in that other person’s eyes. That kind when I would gladly succumb to that drowning feeling knowing fully well that that someone will always take my hand and lift me up. That kind that makes me wake up in the middle of the night and makes me smile. That kind which do not give me dole outs but gives me the best that the person could. That kind that puts me in a pedestal without any hint of malice or shame, but of pure pride. That which would never make me feel unloved. That which would always, always love me back.

I wanna feel that kind of love again. For I have almost forgotten it.