I miss that too, thought not very often.
Some days, out of the blue, a wave of longing washes over me. Sometimes, it's intense, and breathtaking, as if I am suddenly trapped inside an iron maiden; other times it's quiet, lika a whisper of wind moving invisibly through a field.
I am accustomed to being lonely, I enjoy the quiet sound of my slow pace, and the stillness of my evenings on the couch.
But, every now and then, out of nowhere, that longing hits me.
I know, however, that I would never take a leap into the sea of love again. I don't have the innocence and I would overthink it to the point that jumping would be impossible.