I wish I was in love.

The statement looks pretty and symmetrical.

Regardless, it is stupid for me to wish, because being in love is painful. I just miss those moments of getting a call or text and squealing. Rolling across the floor happily, after a nice evening or day together.

I miss that.

But I do not miss the nights rolling across the bed crying. Or those moments of waiting all day and night for a call or text or something just to know they're still thinking of you. Being in love can be nice, nevertheless, it is stupid for me to wish.

Conceptual paradox.