Falling in love for the third time is different.

It is beyond filling moments with getting-to-know-you's, but rather filling them with understanding and genuine curiosity.

The third love surpasses the small talk, and leaves room for silence.

It is comfortable.

The third love, filled with the baggage of past pain and loss, is vulnerable.

It is the acceptance of possibility and the realization that nothing is forever; but goes on regardless.

The third love is not fear of commitment, but rather the yearning for.

It is compromise at its fullest.

The third love is adventurous.

It is the forming of a unit for present and future endeavors.

The third love is laughter and passion, but also tears and apathy.

It is complete openness.

The third love wakes you up with whisperd I-love-you's and kisses to sleep with the same.

It is a feeling of home.

The third love comes years after the first and second heartbreaks, after you thought you could never love as deeply again.

It is unexpected.

The third love is initial connection and consistent butterflies.

It is light and heart.

The third love fulfils your needs and respects your quirks.

It is reliability.

The third love is true friendship and undeniable chemistry.

It is peace.

Falling in love for the third time has been quite beautiful.