my, how I miss M when I wake up and he’s not there, his arms not hugging me! I miss his crooked smile when I woke him up, how we used to ’spoon’ perfectly, his skin’s smell and softness…
Aww, I think I’ve grown too fond of those weekend nights, and remembering them right now it’s not good! – so, whenever these ‘knot-in-my-tummy-thoughts’ creep up, I just think about how we were actually three: M, me and that horrible mattress of his, too soft for my back, which kept me awake for so long so many nights and had me getting up with sore muscles! *ouch* (there you go, it feels better now…)
Yep, I am slowly getting there, people, to the point of no teary eyes nor sorrow-full sighs whenever he pops up into my mind. Except at dusk or dawn, darn it!
Mmh, maybe it’s like the ‘after lunch cigarette’ for those people who are trying to stop smoking? You know, the one that’s harder to forget and overcome…? *sigh* Still work to do I guess… Good thing I discovered the Dresden Files audio-books read by James Marsters so I can go to bed listening to a gorgeous voice! 
Oh and a quick “Hi!” to Martin & Elise, who I expect to be having a great time!
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