I need him to bury his head into me, to smell my neck, the air traveling across my fair skin, giving me goosebumps. I need him to hold my tight, to squeeze me until I can’t breathe, until all the air is pushed out of my body and I start suffocating, then he will release me, letting the air flow back into my lungs. I need to feel his solidness, his strength, his muscles, I need him to be my stable foundation in this hurricane that is the world.

I need him to hold me down, anchoring me to the ground, to this reality, while our bodies become one, I need to feel his everything again.

I miss him.