I miss the feeling of a head on my chest.
I miss holding a body close to mine.
I miss being looked at in that way that only a lover can look at you. Where she is trying to figure you out; where it seems she can't tell if you are real.
I miss marveling in the mystery of a lover. I miss the exploration.
I miss feeling desirable. I miss being wanted.
I miss companionship. I miss having someone who wants to hear about my day.
I am lonely.
I need to come to terms with the fact that it may be a while before I get any of that again.
10:11 p.m. - 2014-11-07
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