A few days ago I was with her, I could look into her eyes and see her smile, I could hold her in my arms. Though I am not with her physically right now, a part of me still is. As is a part of her still with me.
I think about her always. She's a part of me. She's a part of my life. A part that I just can't get enough of.
As I try to get back into the routine of my work day, I can feel her in my heart, in my soul. I wonder how she is, if she is handling it all better than I am. I take a moment to concentrate on her, to remember, to smile. She's always on my mind, regardless of whatever else I am doing.
I hear a certain song (or three, or four, or a dozen), and I am thinking of her again, remembering, smiling.
Gods, how I love my soulmate. I love everything about her. I love how beautiful she is. I love how she smiles at me, how her eyes shine bright with happiness. I love how she feels when I caress her, touch her. I love how her body feels against mine when I hold her. I love her kisses, gentle and tender, passionate and delicious. I love how she smells, how she tastes... I love the way she laughs. I love the way she looks at me, making me understand just what it means to feel loved. I truly love everything about her.
And gods, how I miss her...
