I used to stay up late talking about dreams.
Plans for the future, yes, but also wild, impractical things.
Road trips we couldn’t afford.
Places we wanted to see.
Little what-ifs whispered between kisses.
The kind of conversations that make you feel weightless.
That leaves your stomach flipping like it’s your first date, even if it’s your fiftieth.
But somewhere along the way, those late-night talks changed.
From Butterflies to Budgets
Now, it’s:
“What’s the daycare bill this month?”
“Did the mortgage clear?”
“Are we investing enough?”
“Should we start thinking about moving?”
And I find myself wondering…
When did we trade in butterflies for budgets?
Missing the Girlfriend Days
Sometimes, I miss being a girlfriend.
The lightness of it.
The spontaneity.
The part of me that wasn’t calculating the grocery list while trying to fall asleep.
I miss being able to look at each other and not feel the weight of responsibilities stacked between us.
I Wonder…
Is this just what happens?
Do butterflies naturally fade, making room for bills, daycare forms, and future plans?
Is it inevitable, or did we let it slip away somewhere between monthly payments and overdue errands?
And if it did slip away…
Can you ever get it back?
Or is love supposed to evolve like this?
Less fireworks, more foundation?
Do you ever miss the girlfriend days, too?