I miss the can’t-get-enough-of-you, sit-on-the-edge-of-my-seat-waiting-for-your-call, butterflies-everywhere, head-over-heels kind of love that you can only have when you haven’t actually been in love yet.
I miss the want-to-spend-every-second-with-you, want-to-wake-up-to-your-kiss, will-do-anything-as-long-as-I’m-with-you kind of love that you can only have when you’re in the honeymoon phase of a new relationship, where both parties have just fallen in love.
I miss the want-to-stay-home-and-watch-tv, sweet-kisses-without-sex, cuddly, complacent kind of love that you can only have when you’ve been in a relationship for a long time and are simply comfortably happy in love.
Because right now I’m in the I’m-confused-does-love-actually-exist state of mind, wondering if I can grasp on to some sort of silly happiness in being able to let someone make me smile.
