10.08.2002 - 10:51 a.m.

What I really miss is driving home at night from somewhere fun, not looking at the person in the passenger seat but feeling their presence in the light from the dash, turning into the parking lot and getting out at the same place.

I miss walking into a home in front of or behind someone, getting ready for bed in a familiar routine and laying down next to long, warm weight, maybe to kiss and touch and prolong the good night, but more likely just to be there.

Do they make a drug that makes you feel like that? Is someone in a hidden lab in Central America working on it, I hope? Because everything else I can find for myself. Just not that.

-stonebridge

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