I think that there are varying degrees of love. There are varying degrees to which we cherish the things that are important to us.
I think that specifically, love can be split into two distinct types.
On the one side, you have your loud loves. Loud loves are things you care most adamantly about, the things around which you shape essential parts of your identity. You proclaim these loud loves from the rooftops, to strangers. Your friends ask you to stop talking so much about your loud loves. Your loud loves lend definition to your character, and they guide you in your development as a person.
For me, my loud loves are things like reading and writing, playing video games,
hanging out with friends, and my girlfriend. These are all things that make up
essential parts of who I am as a person. I love these things extravagantly and
unabashedly. I love these things publicly and fearlessly. These are loves that I
wear like brands on my chest.
On the other side of this coin are what I like to call your quiet loves. Quiet Loves are those things that are monumentally important to you, things that you hold dear, though that aren't things that you feel need broadcasting and defining yourself by. Quiet loves are the things that have deep impact for you on a personal level, and you hold them as a kind of sacrament, keeping them personal, because no amount of explanation can truly describe why or how these quiet loves are so important to you.
My quiet loves are thing like music, television, cinema, politics, art. They, like
the loud loves, make up part of my essential composition as a human being.
However, these aren't things I need to exclaim or proclaim, but things that
resonate on a more private level. These are things that I choose not to explain. If
I enjoy a film or piece of art, I don't want to be bothered explaining why I like it. I
know why, or even if I don't, I feel it intrinsically, without any defininf reasons.
Quiet loves don't need sharing, maybe can't be shared, because the personal
significance it has to you, whether or not someone else recognizes it the same