Apr 13, 2022
Before coffee & lexapro
I miss the innocence. The naivety. The heartache. I miss loving so hard it hurt your chest. Craving the late night texts. The hug in the hallway. The smell of their (cheap) cologne on you for the rest of the day.
The butterflies. The anxiety. The first kiss.
The feeling that you would die without their touch.
Being an adult is hard sometimes.
It's a different kind of love. It's mature. It's thinking about the future. Kids. Finances.
It's a different kind of love. Filled with the little things. Little reminders of those young, fleeting feelings.
Learning how to love all over again. With a new heart.
It's a different kind of love.
