Different

He is like the smell before it rains. He is like the calm before the storm. The stillness is errotic, and so is he. He is in everything I am and everything I do. I love him nd he loves me. but its a different kind of love. and as he put it its not the kind of love like you love someone you've been with them for two years, but its the different kind not the oh we're freinds i love you its the different kind like i love you means something more then that and no less then the other. we're just different. im just different. HE IS different.