Thinking of you
I can't believe that it has been so long since I posted to this blog about you. I continue to think about you every day - although the pain of your absence isn't as acute as it was. I had a shrimp cocktail on Thursday and thought of you; I had a Glenlivet this evening and thought about us -- the fist thing I did every Sunday evening when we got together. The thing that is missing is the pasta or the oysters that we would have after the sex.
I miss you every day.