I miss being in Love ❤

I miss being in love. I miss the feeling. The butterflies. The rhythm. The not knowing.

The way my heart beats just a little bit faster. And my hands reach for a fast fading blur.

The way I forget who I am and what I’m doing. And everything almost inadvertently smells like maple leaves.

You see, I miss being in love. I miss the feeling. The heartbreak. The anguish. The sick aching.