I miss the clicking sound of his hair straighter in the morning, i miss cuddling next to him while we watch the boondocks, I miss eating together, I miss his mellow laid-back personality. I also miss his band posters and back stage passes hanging on his walls, I miss the way it's felt to hold his hand as we rode around in his car, I miss the sound of his voice and drinking a cocktail with him. I miss listening to him talk about his job and partners (we are both poly). I miss the feel of his heavy body on top of me during morning sex. I miss the way he would grip my hips while i rode him till he came. I miss the feel of his lips against mine. I miss hearing him speak Spanish to me even though I couldn't understand a word he was saying. He would tease me softly in that way. I miss how much we had in common.

God, I feel like I'm falling in love again, and that's something I haven't felt in a long time. He lives in California LA, and I'm in Portland, Oregon. I wish we lived in the same state... I wonder if he thinks about me?