I miss the anticipation, the trembling hope of collision, the divulging of secrets and sharing of souls. I miss the healing, when aches and wounds long buried are dug up in desperate attempt to know and be known, and when held so delicately, are resolved, dissolved. I miss the colors, the way the earth suddenly becomes visible. I miss the sounds, as if the whole world has fallen in love alongside you. I miss the expressions, the relaxation around the eyes, the softness in the smile, the intimate joy communicated simply through a look. I miss the beauty, the brilliance. I miss being in love.