Two types, two kinds

There are two types of love. There's the kind that you find in good morning texts and shy smiles. The kind that comes with butterflies and stolen glances. The kind where you laugh for no reason and a smile is forever glued to your face. Sweet, simple, honest, pure
And then there's
The kind that finds you in 2 a.m. phone calls and the tears on your pillow. The kind that comes with a war between your brain and your heart. The kind where nothing makes you happier and nothing makes you sadder. Passionate, overwhelming, intense, daring
And when it all comes crashing down
So do you.

There are two kinds of love. In the safe kind you look for someone who's exactly like you. It's what most folks settle for. But then there's the other kind of love. Everyone's born with a ragged edge, and some folks crave that piece that's a perfect fit. You'll search for it forever, if you have to. And if you're lucky enough to find it, it looks so right, you start to tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe I could look just as perfect. But then, of course, when you try to get close to their other half, you don't fit anymore. That kind of love, you come out of it a different person than you were when you started.

There are two types of waiting. There's the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later- like waiting for the 6:28  train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome man might be. And then there's the waiting for something you don't know is coming. You don't even know what it is exactly, but you're hoping for it. You're imagining it and living your life for it. That's the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.

There are two kinds of forgiveness, the kind that when you forgive you're also giving them another chance. Or the kind where you forgive, but move on without them. Use them both wisely