I know you I walked with you once upon a dream..

Sometimes I sit at my desk in the short quiet moments between patients and I remember..

..I remember warm weather and the sun on my skin. No mask on my face. Just salt and sand in the air.

I remember nights where I wasn't woken up by my anxiety. Just your arms around my body. Your lips on my neck and my breasts in the darkness of our hotel room.

I remember when I used to look forward to things. I used to count my days down until I would see your face and touch your skin.

God how I miss those days.

I wish this was all just a bad dream. I wish that your lips would touch mine softly and wake me up from this restless slumber.

Never have I wished more strongly that I could be your sleeping beauty.

Because this shit sucks.

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Daddy's list of missing me

As it was with you kitten, picking ten things that I miss most about you is actually hard. Truly hard. Because there aren’t ten things - there are ten thousand. Ten million. Tens of millions of millions. So many small things that I think about daily that make me smile and laugh and make my hands ache to hold you and eyes ache to see you and heart ache to have you in my life. I could wax poetic forever about the ways that you are missed, but I guess I’ll just have to do that in a month when we are together. In the meantime, here are the ten biggest things that I miss about my kitten 1. The way you make me smile When I am with you, I am constantly smiling. Laughing. Overjoyed with a joyful fullness. You constantly make me happy kitten when we are together. Our chats are interesting, your behaviors are wonderful or appalling (and then I get to put on my daddy pants, which although I am angry on the outside, also makes me smile), you being sexy makes me smile, I feel true happiness ...

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