While I can never forget the ecstasy of your body wrapped up in mine, it is not that in which I miss the most. At least, not especially.

More than anything I miss talking to you, words just poured out of me with you. I always told you the truth even if it hurt.

We live these separate worlds now, our love too toxic for this lifetime. But I miss those ears listening to my heart. Always knowing me better than I knew myself.