It was the kind of love that people don't dream about. It was a hidden type of love that you don't notice on the surface. It was romantic in a way that didn't include roses and smiles, but rather thorns and tears. I never imagined a love like this could exist, but it was the strongest feeling I have ever had. Yes we smiled, and yes we laughed. Yes we kissed and yes, we loved. But in a deeper sense of the word. We cared. We cared so deeply about each other that nothing else mattered, and that's how we broke our own hearts. The passion was too strong, too encompassing.. Too overbearing. It engulfed me completely like a wave engulfs itself as it crashes. And oh yes, I drowned. I fell deeper and deeper into the never-ending abyss that was, unfortunately, my heart. But he didn't. He didn't realize that this love was once in a lifetime. He never wanted something that strong. So, I drowned and he swam away without me. But little by little I'm learning how to swim alone, and how to teach myself what it means to love and to lose, and to still smile. It's a beautiful kind of love that tears you apart inside, but I wouldn't want it any other way.