not interested in that kind of love

funny
what one person says and what another person hears can be totally different things, even with the same words. take the phrase, 'i love you,' for example.
over the past 4 weeks, i've received 'i love you,' several times: most recently, live and direct, in person... it felt like bliss. it was reciprocated: i loved in return.
what i heard when he said 'i love you' was that he loved me such that he wanted his love and was ready to finally have her after years of having had counterfeit. if his stated love were a metaphor, it would be a rushing river - rushing over treacherous rocks and through whatever path necessary just to reach his love. if his love met a cliff, it would create the most beautiful waterfall as a testament to his love...
however, his love revealed itself as more of a leaky faucet: drip, drip, drip. the path? pipelines. the current? one drip at a time. the testament? the journey from the faucet head to the sink...
as it turns out, i'm not interested in that kind of love at all.
when I say love, I speak in rushing river, waterfall terms.
my heart wishes he did too, but instead,
looks like i'm gonna have to build a
dam.