I need a specific type of love.  The type where farts are funny and not disgusting. The type where a date night means burgers, fries, and curling up on a couch while watching some comedy show. The type where his jackets are now my jackets. The type where everything seems fun when we're together.  The type where compliments are common and honesty is the only policy. The type where communication is key and patience is prominent. The type where appreciation is reoccuring and support is constant.  This type of love is the real, authentic love that grows like a flower; but just like a flower, it can only live in healthy and nourishing environments.