Posting that classic soul song by the Fifth Dimension yesterday made me realize just how long it’s been since I’ve felt the pangs of lost love. One less bell to answer, one less egg to fry… don’t you just love it? And their clothes.
You have to have love to lose it, and it’s been a while for me – for both. So long that I don’t know if I miss it. Isn’t that a strange place to be? And one I never thought I’d find myself in.
When I was younger, I lived to love. It was so important to me to have love in my life. Don’t get me wrong, I still feel it’s important – love, intimacy, and touch, oh yes touch. They are as necessary for us as breathing air. But I don’t miss the sad, painful part of losing love.
Now I love to live and don’t seem to even find the time to seek out amorous attention (except on rare occasions like last week when I was out with my girlfriend Tippy – but that story is for another blog post).
I don’t know if I’m getting old, or this is just a phase – a time for me to regroup and define exactly who and what I want. But if (okay, when) love finds me again, yes…I’ll be all over it.