For background: I have a husband (my first love, been together for 13 years) who I love/ adore dearly. We have a 2 year old who is the light of our lives. My life is very pleasant and I realise how privileged and easy it is. But I miss being “in love”, if that makes any sense. Those first pangs of love when you think about nothing but the person, your heart does flips when you see their name pop up on your phone, you can’t take your eyes off them etc. the excitement of first love is almost like a drug and I haven’t had it in soooo long.
I find myself watching films and feeling so jealous of the fake couples who feel that (no-one ever seems to make films about the couple that have been together for yonks and spend their evenings on the sofa catching up on their day) and then feeling so silly!
There are so many types of love but it bums me out I won’t experience those throes of stomach churning love again. Am I alone?