Day six

By the way, it's the sixth day, and I still feel the same. I was showering at my mom's house today and it made me think of showering with you. I miss how comfortable I always felt with you. I've never felt judged or naked around you. I miss you, and I miss being physically close to you. I miss cuddling you, and being cuddled by you. I miss touching you and drawing on your back. There are a great many things I miss about you, but there's something about the substance of you that makes you real, and I know, more than anything else, that what we held was real, and that is beautiful. I miss the smell of your hair, the touch of your skin, the brush of your kiss. I miss all of that, and I miss you.