Now love feels like a game,
yet I still long for the old love—
the love of the 90s,
when promises mattered
and marriage came before desire.
I still want the love of the 2000s,
the playful love before rules and masks,
before love learned to compete.
Today, love is called a game,
but I still want love—
the kind that holds hands on long walks,
that feels safe, simple, and real.
I want the love of the 2000s again—
sharing wired headphones,
passing songs like secrets,
finding joy in small moments.
Now it feels like a fading dream,
a love people say no longer exists.
But I’m young, still learning,
still holding hope in my heart.
So I wait—
believing this kind of love will find me,
gentle, honest, and true,
like the love of the 90s
and the dream of the 2000s.
Jan 19
Jan 19, 2026 at 9:17 PM UTC
Now love feels like a game,
yet I still long for the old love—
the love of the 90s,
when promises mattered
and marriage came before desire.
I still want the love of the 2000s,
the playful love before rules and masks,
before love learned to compete.
Today, love is called a game,
but I still want love—
the kind that holds hands on long walks,
that feels safe, simple, and real.
I want the love of the 2000s again—
sharing wired headphones,
passing songs like secrets,
finding joy in small moments.
Now it feels like a fading dream,
a love people say no longer exists.
But I’m young, still learning,
still holding hope in my heart.
So I wait—
believing this kind of love will find me,
gentle, honest, and true,
like the love of the 90s
and the dream of the 2000s.
Just me writing my feelings