His love was different.
He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn't the one you see in the movies or read in love stories. It wasn't the kind of love that Shakespeare wrote about.
His love was different. It was still and deep. It was entirely his not dependent on her own feelings for him.
And his love would still be there whether she or everyone else in the world disappeared.
His love was different, but it was true. 😊
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