I Miss When Love Was Easy
By Lauren Jarvis-Gibson
I miss when love was easier. When love wasn’t so cautious. When love was just a simple answer. I miss when love was a constant honeymoon, a constant forever.
Maybe this kind of love is too simple to be considered ‘real’ love. But it was to us. It was to him and it was to me. It was more than lust and attraction. It was more than puppy love. It was fucking real and big and alive.
I miss when the hardest thing about love was the question of timing. I miss when the biggest problem we ever had was when we were going to see one another again. When the only fight we had was who loved each other more. So simple and innocent and pure.
I miss when love was the only drug I needed to make my entire body feel whole. I miss when his voice and his eyes were the only thing I needed to be happy. I miss when his hands were my only safe haven. When I just needed him to feel fully alive.
I miss when love was simple. When it was younger and more vibrant and bold. When it was a first for everything. First kiss. First date. First time. First ‘I love you’ I ever whispered.
I miss when love wasn’t so damn hard. When we could just be silly kids in love. When we were allowed to be who we were because we were 17. When we were allowed to be crazy.
