Six years. That's how long it has been since I've kissed his lips. Six years. Well, almost. May will be six years. That's only three months away so I'm rounding. Forgive me. I can't remember what his kisses felt like. I can't recall the feeling of his hands on my skin. I can't even remember what his voice sounds like. No... no, actually I can. When I really focus, I can still hear the way he says my name. And I crave to hear it again.
I could call him right now and beg him to say it. I could spend ten minutes telling him how much I miss him. I could even hop in my car, drive to his door, and knock until he opens the door for me. I'm sure he would open the door and welcome me in. Why don't I? Well...
There's a small formality. Like the fact that I'm one year into a marriage to someone else.
Yep, you read that correctly. What's my problem? I'm still trying to figure that out. The internet only shows people who are in the same boat, it doesn't offer any kind of solution.
