Withdrawal - Day 1 in Love Letters

Only day one of a full day without you and I already miss you. I was missing you before I left your city. Before I missed you without physical context. Previously I said that I couldn’t name what I feel every day that I don’t see you and that it sits in my chest and is accompanied by a persistent emptiness in my arms as I hold onto a thought of you that I desperately need replaced with the real person. Then I was able to experience actually holding you and it exceeded anything I imagined. We snap together like puzzles pieces no matter how we come together. From behind with my arms wrapped around you and my face nuzzled in you neck or you laying in crook of my arm where I could look you in the eyes with your lips enticingly close. It always felt just right. I still get stray wafts of your scent from my clothes triggering memories of your face, always smiling, or the feel of your thighs in my hands, or the taste of your neck in my mouth. You’re too far away for me to stop your protest at my compliments, but I know you still hear them. Day one of many of my withdrawal. I can’t wait to relapse.