I Miss Intimacy

I miss an arm brushing against mine, a gentle kiss planted on my forehead, my body pressed against yours, tenderly, yet asking for more without a word needing to part with my lips.

I miss the urge. The signals that are sent from my brain to every sensitive spot on my body. The places I crave to be touched, loved and devoured. By you.

I miss conversation, trust, openness. I miss feeling accepted and understood. I miss feeling a part of you.

I miss looking forward to seeing you, hearing from you.

I miss it. I always will.
I miss being a part of and believing in something bigger than myself.

I miss talking with you. Proper conversations. Getting to know more of you.

I miss you Numpty.