Beautifully stated.

:sparklyheart:

Going to bed together every night, for years.

(Plus that cooked food thing still. That's looming pretty large in my life, today.)

Missing family- the brother and sister I lost and my parents. I accept that both my parents had a pretty good stretch, but my sister and brother did not and they were the two siblings I was closest to. I am family oriented, a homebody too- I like more intimate and small gatherings of friends and the family I used to have. Having a BBQ, listening to what the people I care about are experiencing, feeling human closeness. Taking walks and talking with each other.

Although, I love the Bay Area, it is a busy and noisey place and I do miss the country surroundings I shared so many years with family and long time friends with and the two women in my life that I shared love with. I do miss being with a partner and have no problem saying so. I'm relational, always have been. Yet, need time to myself.

I find this area to be superficial in many ways- people just passing by... Sure it is great to be in a place where there are many queers and queer organizations as well as all of the arts I enjoy. But, I miss country hospitality and warmth and a slower pace.

Spooning. I liked feeling that I was protecting someone.

Text messages from someone anxious to call me.

Driving and stealing glances at the pretty girl in the passenger seat.

"You're watching sports right now, aren't you?"

Text messages from Mister Bent that don't involve shrubbery in my yard. ;)

Reaching out in the middle of the night, feeling that special someone next to you..

I miss the simplicity of life. I so want to go back to the 70's where smoking a joint was just that, a release from the everyday freaking Bull S&*T.

I miss the sound of her voice.

I miss being held.

her cute little mannerisms. the way we fit together. cuddling. going to sleep and waking up with her. hanging out. her cute giggle. cooking together. mowing our lawn. the way she looked at me. the way she wanted me. the way she made me feel.

HER. I miss her. I miss gazing into her eyes, the tough of her hands, her shoulders, her spooning me, her watching me as I apply make up. I miss being in her arms as she gave me a bear hug. I miss the texts, especialy when they said she loves me. I miss her scent. I miss so much about her. But what I miss most is her telling me the truth.

I miss that freaking uniform and the naughty wink that accompanied it.
I miss hys regulation boots at the foot of the bed.
I miss being the only girl for hym.

I miss sharing:

Laughs
Tears
Acceptance of all parts of me (my good & not so good)
Comfort when sad
Loving sex, hot sex, exploration sex; with total openness and feelings of safety
Sitting quietly without needing to say a word
Intellectually stimulating conversation about politics, books, movies- any time of day or night

I miss feeling total, absolute trust with another

I miss my Daddy!
I miss his Voice!
I miss his Touch!
I miss the way he would grab my face and kiss me on the lips!

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This face of this man... I miss this face, the face that was the perfect face to see, for any little girl.