Missing Someone

It is 1100 pm on a Saturday night and I am sitting here all alone on the sofa with the tv on. My kids are gone with their dad and Tracy is fast asleep in bed. I am lonely. In fact, I am lonely most of the time. I miss my friend. You know who you are for you are the only follower of this blog. I have been thinking about you often and missing our intimate talks. Intimacy is something I crave. I never knew how important it was to me until I no longer had it. Intimacy, not sex mind you, just the deep discussions about anything, the holding of hands and not having to say a word, the look in one's eyes and seeing a knowing thought or need. Intimacy....sharing something that you share with no one else. Yes, I am starving for intimacy. I miss you, Karsten.