Love can be a lifelong relationship with a soulmate, a good friend, whether you're together or apart. There is the love of a spouse, a child, a parent or guardian, and self. There is, also, the unrequited love of someone who, for all your efforts, either does not acknowledge you exist or wants a relationship less than what you would like. This doesn't necessarily mean the love isn't there, it simply means the love is different. It could be that it was love lost, and found; two lives that took different paths and intersected again, years later. It can be love felt and never declared, and it can be that moment before you board a jet for home, feeling the eyes of someone who cares boring through the back of your head and silently pleading for you not to leave; that split second you have when you want to run back into someone's arms, but board the jet, anyway, because it seems the best thing to do at the time. "We'll always have Paris."
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