I Miss...

I miss the time in my life when I could be in my house and feel wholly at ease.

I miss who he was before all of this happened, and I miss the determined, stubborn person who balanced his darkness with "yes, I can - I will."

I miss thinking that joy vampires only lived with other people.

I miss spontaneous kisses, easy shared touches and knowing he had my back.
 
I miss sleeping without nightmares of bombs and IEDs, and a coffin with a flag draped over it.
 
I miss that awesome feeling of turning the tv cable box to channel 99 and seeing the squiggly line porn with 1 tit in one corner and the other tit not even on the screen. That absolute feeling of pure joy when i would flip it back and forth so fast hoping that the screen would turn normal if even for a few mkinutes. And when it did it was like Christmas morning every single time. Didn't happen every time so i would place the icon between the number 98-99 and get to see more of it in some odd green color. No wonder I have contacts now. That is what they meant from you would go blind if you masturbated. It wasn't from the actual act. It was from the straining of trying to see and figure out what the fuck was going on while wacthing squiggly porn on channel 99....
 
I miss the time growing up when we would all sit around the tv and watch The Carol Burnette show with my Mom and Dad. Watching Tim Conway and Harvery Korman (sp?) try not to laugh during their skits was a riot. Watching my Dad who was a very serious stern man, laugh so hard he was almost crying was such a different yet cool experience. I miss seeing him like that today...
 
cold feet

even knowing they came with a cold heart---I still miss the feet:(
 
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