As catchy as that.
The perks of not having any real-romantic-relationship in your twenty-something. The perks of being alone for too long, and when you started to feel comfortable in.
You will start to forget what love feels alike.
You forget about the goosebumps you would always feel when you see someone you love walking towards you, when he greets you with his smile, asking how the days went or how do you feel today. He will ask you whether everything is okay. He will check on you just to make sure you are doing well at the moment. That nothing stirs up your little mind.
You forget about how the closeness could possibly means love. You wonder why you felt so close and comfortable whenever you’re with him. You feel safe, and so secure comes rain or shine because you know he will stand by you. Yet, you forget how to evaluate the feeling, is it love for real or just something that passed you by. You forget how to admit that you loved him a little when he said he loved you. You loved him a little when he looks into your eyes, and said you’re beautiful just the way you are. Your heart moved a little. You loved him a little. But you forget how love feels alike. So, you do not admit anything to yourself. Just in case you’re wrong. Just in case you’ll get hurt again at the end of the day.
You forget how to say that you miss him.
You forget the scent of love.