I try to remember the nights I held you. I try to remember the feeling of you in my arms. Sometimes these memories are fading… sometimes they are all that occupy my mind.
I miss you.
On good nights I remember how it feels to hold you. How it was when we talked about our dreams or life. How truly intimate we were. Not sex, but just laying ourselves out to each other emotionally raw. I wanted to fulfill your every desire. Not just sexual desires, but every desire to live life to its fullest.
Then I remember how it was when you would come home with me. I wanted this to be your home too. Our home.
I could never hold you without wanting you. Every time I see you, I just want you again… fall in love with you again. I feel like I become myself when you are near. Without you, I’m just going through the motions trying to not notice the void in life without you.
I hope you find the love you need, the peace you seek, and a love greater than I have for you.