There are many forms of love. The love which you feel for your parents. The one which you feel for your friends. The one which you feel for your bestfriend. And there is one which you feel for your dog. But there is this peculiar form of love which you feel for that one person. This type of love is so weirdly beautiful that even their flaws look perfect. You try to find something bad in them, something which would make you hate them, but then while you are at it, you fall for them even more. Their habits seem yours. Their problems seem yours. Their worries seem yours. You want to share everything and you want to be there for them and with them through thick and thin.
In this type of love, you want to feel them. You want to kiss them, but more than that you just want to hug them tight and forget all the problems. Forget what you were saying, forget what you were thinking. You just want to hold onto them tight and never let them go. Yes you want to make love with them, but just lying on the bed with them and talking about completely irrelevant stuff seems like a nice idea.
It feels as if they put the stars in the dark sky and remove all the darkness.
This form of love is very very peculiar.