I used to be in love

Having recently seen a film on Paris, love, & love in Paris (loving Paris) I've thought a lot about my own love, a former love. It's strange to me now to no longer be in love, there is certainly some kind of palapable void (is this possible?) in my life. I know I am without love, but this is not something I like to mention with a casual ease. I used to be in love...I hate writing that in the past tense. Although I am glad that what was no longer is, I find myself missing the idea of love more then ever. (I miss that constant spark of excitement.) I hate thinking to myself, I used to be in love...I used to be in love...I used to be in love...

(I'm not any more)