For nearly the last year every Friday night I knew exactly where I’d be.
Is it valid to miss him? Can I do that? Because… I miss the peace I felt when he would fall asleep holding me.
I miss the nothing conversations. I miss worrying about him.
I miss his thighs pressed next to my ass while we spooned and told each other about our day and shared secrets.
So it’s Friday night and for nearly a year I knew exactly where I’d be….