Theirs was a love of jealousy.
No matter what he did, the other was one step ahead. He got an A, the other got an A+...Marks were no longer a worry, and soon moved onto colliseum matches. He got third place, the other got second. They were always competing...
Theirs was a love of secrecy.
For no matter where they were, they could not be seen together. Not here, not there...Not anywhere. They always met, late at night...Under the stars.
Theirs was a love of passion.
Because of their lack of contact, everytime they met it always ended with bruised lips, and the sound of their bodies colliding in a fit of passion.
Theirs was a love of anger.
For they each had differing views. The darkness was acceptable if you let it in small doses. The darkness could never take over the heart! They were in conflict.
Theirs was a love of the ages.
Because they still managed to love, even if they weren't able to show it. Because the simplest looks always sent chills down their spines, and the simplest touches always made them yearn for more.