Not the chaos that people call love when it is really uncertainty and inconsistency. I miss the kind of love that was simple in its presence. The kind where you do not have to decode intentions or question where you stand. I miss feeling chosen without conditions. Not as an option. Not as something temporary. Just chosen clearly and consistently.
I miss the calm that comes with emotional safety.
The kind of connection where your nervous system is not always on alert. Where you are not overthinking every silence or shift in energy.
I miss softness. The kind that shows in effort, in attention, in how someone treats you when nothing is being asked of them.
I miss love that does not require you to fight for your place in it. Love that feels steady, grounded and sure. The kind that does not leave you confused about whether it is real or not.
I miss that version of love, the one that felt like peace instead of pressure