I pull up with drinks, miss the way I use to feel. Independently I'm a deal. I miss the touch, miss snuggles too much. Miss the way I would secure that comfort, compliments with a flirt.  Wouldn't let them drown upon the shore, palms up waving hoping it wouldn't happen any more. I know I can do it Independently but I don't want to. Miss the love climbing up for the view. Now I pry myself asking me what do I do! Someone save me, it's not ever "meant to be"