Of words unspoken...

The love and loss of someone you love dearly is not fun, either to the physical nor to the emotional parts of you. One day, you just find yourself jealous of your friends because they are dealing with jealousy issues with their special ones. I miss that. I miss feeling jealous over something stupid, overreacting over some drab text message, or some vague message from a certain someone that is not you. You can substitute sweets, or a humongous amount of food you can’t even eat by yourself but for someone who has already experienced true love, it will never be enough. I miss everything about love, and being in love. Spooning on the couch, holding hands, someone kissing my lips whenever I talk too much, or just kissing my forehead, the tip of my nose… Maybe I am not as in love with the ex as I was before. I think I am in love with the concept of being loved. I am not fine, I’m just enduring it because I believe that I will find the right love at the right time with the right one someday. Surely.