missing

I miss electric touches. Where he puts his hand on my arm and it tingles and I ask "Do you feel that electricity?" and he just smiles because he knows that of course I know he feels it.

I miss secrets. The most intimate words in a hushed voice in the night while his heart pumps against my ear.

I miss comfortable safety. Bury my head in his chest with one arm around my shoulders and knowing that there is no safer place in the world than right here.

I miss heartache. Having something so sweet, so pure, so real, that it my heart aches if I think about it too much.

I miss surrender. Giving my entire being to him to do what he will and wanting him to do anything, everything.

But in the meantime, I've found me. So I guess that's enough.