I’m not going to make it. TC has been gone now for five whole days. I know it’s been 5 days, because I used all my fingers up this morning counting. I miss my puppy.
It’s not a matter of me wanting to run off the ranch for some sexual romp. This last stint in Cologne solidified things, I miss him and I want him back. Today would be good and only he will do, sorry ManHunt.
I miss the early morning hours when I awaken and my 6’2″ frame snuggles up against Toronto Chris’s thin toasted body, which contours to accommodate me, my head buried in a swirl of his long black hair. I miss us talking about all kinds of things for hours on end. I long for the random hugs we exchange passing in a hallway. I even miss the random little tiffs we get into (“TC, Is this your sock in the refrigerator?!!!??!?“).
For I have discovered intimacy. A massive exchange of information, love and affection in a single caress. A feeling of both pleasure, comfort and security from a stolen kiss in an elevator. A moment of one as TC falls asleep on my shoulder, our hands locked peacefully together. It’s been elusive to me for years.
Yes, it’s sappy and maybe I need to write HallMark greetings (a distinct possibility in the next weeks). I wonder whether I had those for my wife in the early days, now so long ago? Maybe this is something new. Something that I should have had all the time, only I didn’t know. Now I know.
We’re human and in our daily busy lives we often fail to make time to stop and enjoy the company of our partner, the person who really matters. It’s not about that bouquet of flowers, or the dinner out, it’s an effort to have that intimate moment. The moment where you both flow together as one. It’s a nice feeling, isn’t it? Try and go out and have one today, send me the bill.