I miss you. I miss you so much some days I can’t stand it. I want you. I want to have sex with you even if that is all it is. I know it would be like it used to be, just how I imagine it…how I remember it. How are you still such a part of my daily thoughts? Am I really just a memory to you?

I sent an email to you today. I know you won’t respond. What is wrong with me?