The love that I feel with you is different from the love that I feel for you

The love that  I feel with you is different from the love that I feel for you .

 The past 3 days has been a mini vacation for me  being out in the lanes of the capital city , roaming around with hand in hand , not finding a  single place to eat . but  did that sunburn give you a tough time ? it didn`t give me a tough time but would definitely do if I would be alone or maybe with someone else . I was real about the thing when I said that few , very few people make me feel engaged and whole but you only have the power to make me feel holistic . I don`t really know at times that what I mean exactly when I say such things to you , if life is a metaphor you are not the moon but the heaven of my pride or maybe the other way out . sometimes when I close my eyes and try to sleep , my eyes get trickled with water that is not a clear wail but  waited weep as I remember of all the good times I have with you whenever we meet , after 2 months , 4months or maybe after 7 months or a little too long for me to imagine the very next time . I hear your chuckles , the way tears fall put of your eyes , when few hours are left for you to leave or when you look at me for the very last time for the next time till we meet . if someone would tell me in the very next life or in the after life , that love is an illusion or a luxury , I would say again and again that how could someone not fall in love with a guy like you or maybe a soul like you . it has been just 16 months and it really feels that I have known you for years . I know you more than anyone of my friends , not just the texture of your skin or the warmth of your hug or how cold your blood gets when I go back to home and you don`t have to come with me . I know how you feel , how much you love me . even when you don`t communicate , even when you don`t like talking or even when you are upset with me . you know what , nobody has been so supportive of me or loved me the way you do . the love I share with you is not at all intense and I don`t even want it to be , but it is liberating , that have emancipated me with the things I wanted for ever but never knew why I wanted them .  Do I cry? Yes I do . Because I feel lonely when you are busy and misunderstood  by other people . NO,  I cry in peace , reliving and cherishing the best and worst parts of this as this make me feel more calm , relaxed and cosy and I feel more near to you . sometimes I write , most of the times maybe . I am a writer who gets overwhelmed about the slightest of emotions I feel, but isn`t life all about this ? feeling again the fate when you cherish your past good less and rematches the puzzled pictures of grand love eternity . 

sometimes I just want to close my eyes and zigzag what happened in history to relive the things again and again and again than living the newness without you . maybe that would be too monotonous but maybe more wholesome than anything I feel in my daily life . I like to capture the details , the miniscule , the slightest reverberation but only with you , I don`t know even if I make sense at times or I am just boring you but I highly feel this for you . I don`t know how would you react if some day we would be together and you would come back to home and I would be typing in my laptop, wiping my eyes off , not because you came back home late, just because I am overwhelmed that how much you love me for no reason . when the glimses of memories flashback in my eyes and my head that I spent with you the last days , it do make me happy but even sad . happy that I can cherish those moments for long and no even let one moment let uncherished and unloved by me as those are serene statures of my existence .sad about the feeling that I got to wait a lil too long to make some novel memories again . I live for this in between your hundreds of miles apart existence , waiting for the day to meet you again  and again and again. Hope I made some sense .