10 Years I Loved You The Most

So, there I was, a few days ago, rummaging through my old photo albums. You know, the kind that actually have physical pages and not just a digital cloud somewhere. I was looking for a picture of my cat from like, a decade ago, when I stumbled upon something that made me pause. It was a photo of me and my best friend from high school, grinning like idiots at some school event. And suddenly, I was transported back to that time, to that feeling. And that's when it hit me - it's been ten years since I loved someone the most. Not in a romantic way, mind you, but in that all-consuming, ride-or-die, we're-against-the-world kind of way.

Now, I'm not one to dwell on the past, but this little trip down memory lane got me thinking. Ten years is a long time. A lot can change in a decade. You know, like how we went from Sidekicks to smartphones, or how avocados went from being a weird green thing to the most Instagrammed food ever. But some things, it seems, never change. Like how I still love my best friend from high school just as much, if not more.

So, What Happened to That Feeling?

You might be wondering, why am I getting all nostalgic about high school all of a sudden? Well, it's not just about the past. It's about the present, and the future. Because I've been thinking, why does it feel like we've lost that intensity of feeling somewhere along the way? You know, that all-consuming, can't-eat-can't-sleep, must-see-this-person-right-now kind of love?

I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm not saying we should all be walking around like lovesick puppies all the time. But where did that raw, unfiltered, no-holds-barred kind of love go? The one that makes you feel like you're living life in capital letters instead of lowercase?

Growing Up, or Growing Apart?

I've heard people say that it's just a part of growing up. You know, how we're supposed to become more 'mature', more 'responsible', more 'level-headed'. And maybe that's true. Maybe we do need to tone down the drama, the over-the-top declarations, the grand gestures. But does that mean we have to tone down the feeling too?

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I don't know about you, but I don't want to lose that intensity. I don't want to look back in ten years and realize that I've been going through the motions, feeling things in lowercase. I want to look back and see that I've been living life in capital letters, every single day.

So, What Now?

I guess what I'm trying to say is, let's not lose that feeling. Let's not let life's responsibilities, its routines, its 'adulting' moments dull that raw, intense love we're capable of feeling. Let's not let it become just another cliché, another 'it's-not-like-when-we-were-kids' story.

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Let's make a pact, you and me. Let's promise to keep feeling things in capital letters. Let's promise to keep loving like we're 17 again. Let's promise to keep that intensity, that passion, that all-consuming feeling alive. Because life's too short to live it in lowercase.

And who knows, maybe in another ten years, we'll be looking back at this moment, grinning like idiots, just like we did in that photo. And we'll know, we'll really know, that we did it. We kept that feeling alive. We loved like there was no tomorrow. And that, my friend, is something worth smiling about.