what kind of love are you?

When love has been away a long time, our heart longs for its warmth. Oft it cries out like a hawker in the street, at its exhibitionist best, hoping, desperately that a passerby will stop and want to take it home, albeit for a price. Conversely, when the heart has been been out of love for a long time, it may also be so content with love that it once knew that it patiently waits at a cozy cubicle in a coffee house, reading its favourite book, smiling to itself, without a care if love passes by once more. What kind of love are you?