Love Was

2-14-2006 - 6:03 p.m.

Today, my mood is on love.

Yesterday, my friend and I chatted over lunch and talked about past boyfriends. High school boyfriends. When love was an adventure. Something to look forward to. Something that could keep you up at night.

For me, back then love was the thrill of a touch in the stairwell. The whispers during gym class. The mix-tapes. Standing on the side lines at soccer games. Sharing a locker. Passing notes in Math class. Steaming up car windows.

Now, love has taken on a different life. Not worse, just different. Maybe I don't wonder what excitement tomorrow will bring. I haven't steamed up any car windows in years. I haven't noticed butterflies in my stomach. But maybe that's a good thing. I know I have someone who will not only be my love, but my friend... always.

But sometimes, just for the slightest moment, I wish that I could be back in 10th Grade gym class, getting the news from my friend that the school's star soccer play liked me ("who, Me??") and wanted to take me to the Homecoming dance. That's what love was.

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