You just don't understand, I was getting it almost daily and I grew accustomed to that. AND it was GOOD sex at that, but that's not all that I miss.
I miss the super cakey, late-night talks that expound upon hopes and dreams that will never come into fruition. I miss the lazy days filled with food, movies and dumb ass jokes that no one gets. What I miss the most is saying non-intelligible sentences because I'm unable to really get my point across and knowing that when I say, "You know what I mean", they really knew what I meant.
In summation, I miss making memories, I miss being me.
