I miss being in love. Or rather, being in tune to the frequency of love. The quiet hum that settles into your body before your mind interferes. When I think about the last time I was in love, I don't remember his face as clearly as I remember how alive I felt. Nothing about me physically changed. I was simply open. I fell in love by accident in Miami, where warm nights linger and time softens. He wasn't the destination. He was the key. And through him, I slipped into my lo