Now that those times are gone forever, I lie in bed, alone each night, thinking about what I felt when he and I first made love…
It felt like I had finally come home to the place I was meant to be. I was nervous, but also somehow comfortable with this other person I knew was the other half of me. He claimed little experience in the ways of love, yet seemed to know how and where and when to touch me, even though we had only just met. In the quiet, empty night I remember this rapturous, lost, passion.