Spent the morning organizing Dominic’s old study. Found a box of our old love letters from when we first met. We were so insatiable for each other. Reading about that weekend at the lake house… how he couldn't keep his hands off my cock, how I came so hard on his face the first night… it’s a flood of memories. It’s strange. The grief is still there, a dull ache, but today it’s tangled up with this raw, thankful horniness for the incredible sex and profound love we shared. It makes me want to feel that connected again, to have a lover’s head between my legs until they can't breathe, to feel that desperate, mutual need. The past is a comfort, but my body is very much in the present.