i dont cry myself to bed anymore. the 2nd time seemed so much easier. well… seems. but tonight, as i lay on my bed, i thought of you. and it was a different kind of touch. its like as if ive been in denial the past 2 months. i thought of your touch, your skin on my skin, your breathe on my shoulders. how i long for that right now. i miss you so much. i miss having you around.. i miss having you around physically.