I've loved. The kind of love that heals the broken corner of your soul. The kind of love that's pure. The kind of love that inspires you to be different. To be better. The kind of love that teaches you the meaning of hope. The kind of love that offers a cure that you've starved for your entire life. The kind of love that makes it all go away. The kind of love -- that reshapes all that you know and all you thought was true and pretty. That love. The kind that makes you desperately tear down the walls you've crafted, carefully, over the years, with each passing breath. Those you promised, will stay with you forever. That kind of love. The good kind. The pretty kind. The all that you can ever want or need kind. The oh I don't even know what's happening kind. The I've never felt this way kind. The kind that leaves you grasping for a whiff of breath -- as its wave -- it's utterly ferocious wave of compassion, kindness, hope, and acceptance -- sweeps you off your feet -- and introduces to a feeling with strength you never thought was possible. The kind -- that makes you want to live -- just be -- just belong -- and never let go of. I've loved -- that kind of love -- this kind of love -- and I know that sometimes, love -- even this kind -- the pretty kind -- the oh so beautiful kind -- just isn't enough.