IrishWolfhound
Sniffing around
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- Jan 26, 2002
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On Sunday I kissed her goodbye.
On Monday, for reasons I don't understand, but have no choice but to accept, she told me she was never coming back.
And I have spent this week doing nothing but missing her.
I miss her voice.
I miss her calling me in the middle of the day to tell me she loves me.
I miss being able to call her in the middle of the day to hear some sanity in the midst of my chaos.
I miss having a reason to come home at night.
I miss hours of conversation about her day. About my day. About our life as it is, and how it could be.
I miss hearing her child's voice in the background as he played.
I miss hearing the purr of her kitten under her chin as we talk.
I miss midnight conversations, until we are both too tired to talk, but just want the feeling of being connected.
I miss hours of talking here. Posting on each other's threads. Seeing the AV I gave her.
I miss the teasing. The joking.
I miss laughing.
I miss that feeling she gave me every time she did something special. The wonder and amazement that comes when you realize that someone loves you as much as you love her.
I miss the smell of her when we were together.
The taste of her lips.
The taste of her skin.
The feel of her flesh against my lips.
The feeling when our bodies joined.
The feeling after, laying together.
Sleeping with our bodies touching.
Waking to start the process again.
Waking to watch her sleep by candle light.
Just staring at her incredible eyes.
I miss her personality.
I miss her sensuality.
I miss her totality.
Oh God, I miss her so much I think I will die of it.
On Monday, for reasons I don't understand, but have no choice but to accept, she told me she was never coming back.
And I have spent this week doing nothing but missing her.
I miss her voice.
I miss her calling me in the middle of the day to tell me she loves me.
I miss being able to call her in the middle of the day to hear some sanity in the midst of my chaos.
I miss having a reason to come home at night.
I miss hours of conversation about her day. About my day. About our life as it is, and how it could be.
I miss hearing her child's voice in the background as he played.
I miss hearing the purr of her kitten under her chin as we talk.
I miss midnight conversations, until we are both too tired to talk, but just want the feeling of being connected.
I miss hours of talking here. Posting on each other's threads. Seeing the AV I gave her.
I miss the teasing. The joking.
I miss laughing.
I miss that feeling she gave me every time she did something special. The wonder and amazement that comes when you realize that someone loves you as much as you love her.
I miss the smell of her when we were together.
The taste of her lips.
The taste of her skin.
The feel of her flesh against my lips.
The feeling when our bodies joined.
The feeling after, laying together.
Sleeping with our bodies touching.
Waking to start the process again.
Waking to watch her sleep by candle light.
Just staring at her incredible eyes.
I miss her personality.
I miss her sensuality.
I miss her totality.
Oh God, I miss her so much I think I will die of it.