Fake It Like You Mean It

I'm not a huge fan of how much I miss being loved that way.

I miss soft caresses on my skin

I miss sweet kisses for no reason

I miss the long hugs

I miss interlocked fingers that make two bodies one

I miss the scents, the sights, the sounds

... I bet once I stop thinking about all this again, it will all fall into my lap, AGAIN.

Will I want it then? Most likely. :-)