I still miss you, and when I do, my thoughts succumb into a sea of longing and desire. I ache for your warmth and I crave for our clashing flesh. For a moment, I forget my pain. For a while, I feel you so close to me. Our then romance and passionate love-making being relived in my fantasies somehow heals my needs, makes it less difficult to suffer. You were my lover, the last I've ever been with. I would never forget how it felt to be one with you, to be your only desire. Then it all ends when I realize how you also did it with her..
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