I miss being able to feel things. Anything apart from the lows. Ive spent what feels like so long down there that it has become comfortable.
I miss butterflies in my stomach and goosebumps from their touch. Waking up with a warmth of a body and the scent of their skin.
I miss laughter. Real laughter that comes from your belly. The one that brings tears of joy to your eyes. Companionship.
Such a strange thing to be emotionally independent. Its not always bad but i miss........... things.......... everything. I even miss the arguements, cause that is just another form of passion. The kisses and making up. The sex.
I miss the love exploding in my heart and bubbling out of my mouth. Expressing my desire for someone close to me. Special to me. To be mine and me to be theirs. I miss it all.
Yet i dont miss it enough to give in to less than what i want. So i try and satisfying those feelings myself. Which is a poor substitute but still better than nothing. Trying to escape my solitude and feel the sun.
