i miss being in love. i miss lying awake at night, wondering if they were thinking about me, or wondering if i would be in love with them forever. i miss the giddiness, the butterflies, the tingles i felt when i was touched. i miss the staring, the effort i put into myself to be noticed, the studying of what they liked so i could talk to them about it. i miss thinking of them when i listened to all the songs about love, and when i read the poetry and stories about how wonderful love could be. i miss the thought of wishing for someone to be next to me forever, doing simple things like washing the dishes after dinner, or watching the stars together. i miss writing in my diary about the pounding in my chest and the fire in my heart. i miss the blushing, the smiling and the joy in existing near them i miss being in love.