I don't think real love would be a good soldier, hiding in the bushes, blending in the walls, or standing in dark corners. I don't think real love is too shy to share with friends or family. Expressing love isn't about satisfying the nosey curiosities of others, but about an expressive emotion in a world filled with heartaches and pain. It heals even those who aren't directly part of that union. Giving hope to the hopeless. 

Secretive hidden forms of expression isn't love. It's an affair. If it doesn't feel quite right, it's because it isn't.