day on my own

After a full day of great writing time, and some quality work produced, I realize that I spent more time on my own today than I have since Chad and I got together. I’m not weepy or cryish, however, I can’t tell you how much I miss him. Not the trips, not the special occasions, just him coming home, him holding me from behind while we are making dinner, him farting on the couch, me farting bed, making love, just looking in his eyes and knowing he loves me and that I love him and that I could count on him and plan our future. I still don’t understand how that ended or why or what was so much more important. Not that it matters at this point. Answers wouldn’t satisfy the desire or make me miss every part of him any less.