The boy has brought a special kind of love to his family, he says.

If you ask me what kind of love this was, I asked myself the same.

What kind of love do you think I have, anyway?

"I want to talk about the other kind of love."

Had she died that night, I never would have known this kind of love.

He had made a certain kind of love to my mother before she went away.

And another face, soft with a different kind of love.

There was no place in her life for that kind of love.

There was a kind of love in him she had not seen before.

You know the kind of love I'm talking about now.