Knowing someone was there, who saw me in a good way, even when I wasn't able to keep up the "strong, independent happy woman" act.

Knowing someone cared whether I was happy or not.

Knowing I could relax in his arms and we could just hang out together.

Knowing I was likely to get laid a couple of times a week, and we already knew each other's bodies and what we liked.

Knowing I didn't have to worry about dating. Knowing I didn't have to start all over again with somebody new.

That person on the speed dial who you call immediately when anything happens.

Chatting everyday.

When I'm in one I sometimes miss not being in one.

I miss most a kind, understanding person in my life.

Sharing

the fighting

Too early to miss anything

A male.

D nagging

not one damned thing to be honest