I miss you. His arms are almost as strong as yours, but they don't compare. They don't feel right. I went to him to get you back for a night. It worked for a bit, but I can feel the difference. The way you moved slowly and softly, with such gentleness that I melted into your strong arms that were wrapped around me. He doesn't do that. He's quick and it's almost painful. I thnk he's afraid to let go of me, like he thinks I'll run away. But I wont. If I just open my eyes and look at him, I can see you. If I just ignore teh things he does, I can imagine you.