I can’t get the image out of my head. You on top of me, thrusting slow and hard, while staring into my eyes. I can hear your heavy breathing. I can feel your face cupped between my hands. I can taste your lips. My legs wrapped around you. It’s hard to believe that something so real is so impossible. That I will never be able to experience that with you.

Be well.

Three months without you and my brain can’t take it anymore. I can’t get you out of my head – not during my morning coffee, not during my quiet evenings, and certainly not while I sleep.

In these unlucky times, I feel so lucky to see you, feel you, and taste you in my dreams. Be well. I hope to see you so soon.