It happens most nights when I try to fall asleep. I lay there with my eyes closed and the memories come flooding back. I remember the feeling of being covered in sweat, exhausted, still inside her, collapsed on top of her, her hand caressing my back. It is the happiest time in my life. Sometimes I am on the verge of tears when I think back to that cold March night in Toronto, yet I was warm like I had never felt before. I miss the feeling of complete and blissful exhaustion. I miss her. I miss that night. I miss the feeling of being naked and embracing with her. I miss the feeling you get when you have someone to put your arm over as you sleep. I felt as though I had found my "ONE"
zona:
dr zaius used to be my name when i would go play laser tag at this big laserquest maze place in high school. thats really funny....