M has been gone this week, for a couple of weeks. It has been so strange without him about the place. I love time alone, I find it relaxing and calming, but at the same time I have been longing for his touch and his warmth. He is my rock, my pal, my soothing little partner in crime. When he is back everything seems 'whole' again... plus there'e the 'I've missed you sex...'