When love fades away

While I was walking this morning, there was this one thing I thought about. I want to taste love again. The same sweetness I relished before.

I missed the feeling of surprise. When he sauntered infront of you and you never expected him to come but he still was there.

I missed that feeling when he waited outside the office and then walked with you until you reached home, hand in hand as if you'll never part.

I missed all the somersaults and cartwheels inside my body.

I missed that feeling, when he told you "you are beautiful." Because it always felt and sounded like you were the most beautiful woman in this world.

I missed that feeling when he touched you like you were the most precious thing in this universe, afraid that you'll get broken in one wrong motion.

I missed that feeling when he slowly whispered on your ears and said "I love you so." Because for that moment, love has finally knocked on your doors and said "hey, I do exist."

I missed that feeling when he said "I couldn't live without you." Because it meant "you are my life."

I missed all these things. Love is so sweet yet all of it was lost on me.

I missed all these things but this does not mean "I missed you."