These days I find myself wide awake at hours I shouldn’t be. 1am. 2am. 3am. The time passes and thoughts of having to be up and out of the house by 6am are almost frightening. Yet, there I am, sitting alone in my bedroom, never really present in the moment but instead remembering a time when.
It all started with an unexpected phone call late one evening. Two strangers hoping to get to know one another. Simple conversation over dinner that led to more phone calls, more dinners and an undeniable chemistry. Innocent interactions blossomed into a love that was genuine and unconditional. No room for facades, allowing each other the ability to completely be ourselves, share our deepest secrets and biggest fears without passing judgement. Peaceful moments, dramatic moments, playful moments, serious moments; each went hand in hand and created a sexual intensity like none other. The fit was perfect in every sense. He belonged to me and I belonged to him.
They say it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all but once you’ve known this type of love there’s no going back. No cure for the helpless romantic until it’s found again. This is the place I long to return to. A place that for now, only exists in my most fondest memories.