Things I Miss About Love

I miss the little things. Interlacing fingers, or the memory of them; I miss waking up in the morning and smiling at the knowledge that feelings were okay and that if nothing came of it, at least I would be. Talking until late, laughing and seeing a name on my phone without being afraid that the name hates me. Simply put – I miss it feeling okay that I love someone.

I miss the leaping spark in my heart, catching with the wind and flittering until it grew stronger. The fire burned like it was meant to burn, red and orange flames coiling around my happiness. I miss the warmth, not shaking uncontrollably when I said the words “I love you” because the fire and little sparks felt like a friend. I don’t understand how to be friends with the fire any more.

I miss feeling whole, the solidity of a presence and the surety of feelings completing my heart in a way it hadn’t been in such a long time. Like sand on a beach, it’s sifting through my fingers; I miss wave upon wave of “this is real, the truth – this is how I feel!” crashing over me. I’m prone to fancies and running but that time, I didn’t chase after an empty hope in a heart-shaped box. I miss not feeling frayed, whether it’s because I was in love or because now I feel unhappy all the time I don’t know. I miss feeling like the connection from heart to love was a lasting thing, a silk-red ribbon braided up like it was meant to be twisted.

I miss feeling truly right within myself or right around someone else, suspended in a moment without panic. “The moment between breaths,” I call it, the quiet contentment that this was correct and that I was not misplaced and not an “other”. I miss laughing with the person whose feelings mirrored mine, twin smiles on different faces and, for one second, a shared happiness. Now, with the love gone it would have been bearable but with the heart broken, it feels so suffocatingly wrong.

I miss songs playing and associating them with happy memories, sweeps of violin and voice coupling in a dance. It seems as if songs hold a crushing weight, not delicate like the way you spoke to me or straightforward, like I’d like to be to you, if I can. It has a double meaning, marinated in lies and love and sadness for 3 weeks until the melodies set themselves on fire.

โ  โ Š miss my insecurities about my body not mattering for a while. I miss feeling as if I were confident in one way – although love could never wipe away my mind like love was a “healer” – but I miss remembering that at one time, my feelings were returned. I miss being enough for just one person, not feeling attention-seeking and being justified in my feelings.

I miss counting the days since a beautiful time happened – 4 weeks since I felt “I love you”, 9 weeks since my heart broke, 2 weeks since my hopes got lost and 1 week since I cried. I miss imagining counting the stars and it not hurting, as if something so infinite as a star would care.

I can’t wait until I no longer miss these things. When you feel like you’re breaking from missing someone, when they have no idea, it’s so hard to remember that one day, it won’t hurt so much. One day, I’ll stop missing feeling like I can think of things without something welling up inside me.

I’ll fall in love again and I’ll miss it again and it’ll be okay. I just have to get there. Can I do that?

I don’t know any more.

From Elm ๐Ÿ™‚

13 thoughts on “Things I Miss About Love

  1. it will get better. it has to. that’s just how life works, something bad happens and a good thing replaces it. don’t worry the time will come when it has to and even though you might feel hopeless, you should never stop believing. YOU can do anything you want if YOU deeply believe in it.
    hope things get better ๐Ÿ™‚
    Blog Girl xxx

  2. Girlie you’re hurting my heart. Look in the mirror and see his great you are. Women are fucking wonderful. Strong and beautiful and clever, look at all of you as strong, beautiful and clever. You are loved. You will be loved. And you have so much time ahead of you to be loved. โคโค

  3. Loved this post๐Ÿ’”. I relate to it so much. 5 months since he broke up with me. Time really does heal though. I still think of him every day but it’s “onwards on upwards”-his last words to me ๐Ÿ˜•
    Distractions are the best thing , you will get through it ๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ’™, I promise ๐Ÿ’œโœŒ xx

    • Oh gosh, such heartbreaking last words ๐Ÿ™‚ I hope youโ€™re okay. You can email/message me any time – I understand how it hurts. I still think of him all the time and every time I do it feels like I want to sob. Stay as strong as you can xx

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