When I was young, I never needed anyone. I danced through life with a carefree heart, unbothered by the weight of tomorrow. The nights were long, filled with laughter, wild dreams, and endless possibilities. Love? It was just another adventure—something fleeting, exciting, never meant to hold me down. Making love was just for fun, a moment of passion without the burden of promises.
But that time is gone.
Life teaches us in ways we never expect. The thrill of fleeting love fades, and suddenly, you crave something more. Depth. Meaning. A connection that lingers beyond the night, beyond the rush. The heart that once ran wild now longs for something steady, something real.
I still cherish the memories of that carefree girl—the one who lived for the moment, who never looked back. But today, I know that love is not just a game. It’s not just for fun. It’s a force, a fire, a home. And maybe, just maybe, growing older means learning that the greatest thrill isn’t in the chase—but in finding something that lasts.
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