Love in Modern Day
It is 2021 and love is a first-world problem. Second only to losing your phone charger. Love in 2021 is a bummer, an inconvenience at best. Because to think that there are more love songs than love itself that is so uncharted or unbound that Twitter will have to increase its character count once again.
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It is 2021 and I'm no longer a wide-eyed, rosy lip, teenage dream. But I miss the kind of love she had faith in. The kind of love that made me write letters to the universe. Drawing hearts on the last bench in my class with her initials. A love laced with secrecy, waiting, and hush tones. She would just hold my hands and I could feel it in my bones. I miss the kind of love we had all night to show each other the skeletons we hide at the back in the small room of our minds.
In 2021, I reminisce about the beautiful fools we were, spinning umbrellas under the sun believing the world will conspire for me to meet the right one. I miss the car kind of love, driving around with no place to go. Knowing that with you, I was already home. We were ready to fight for love, with love, and in love through seasons of separation, the time she left without giving me a reason and I did not walk away.
I miss hurting for love like it had a purpose to serve. Because in 2021, if you get your heart broken, you already know you deserve so much more. But when you're young, you hold hope in your heart like a superglue. You have so much to look forward to. What I miss about love is that even when it left, it never stopped. I miss being able to say with honest conviction but I never stopped loving her.
There was so much back then that I had the courage to do. If we'd really tried, we would have seen it through. I guess it doesn't matter now. Because today I have to pay, worse things happen in the world every day and there's no one holding my hand and saying "Hey, no matter what, I am here to stay." I guess that's why I wonder about love and what it meant to me back in the day.
Because in 2021, I know the truth, that to cry about love on social media is simply uncool but I still do it anyway. I reminisce about what happened or what could. Because love, love is the purest thing I miss from my childhood.
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