Sex/Life 32

We spent over half of our relationship in bed, naked, both physically and emotionally. It was winter in Santiago. Too cold and gray outside to go out, too warm and cosy under the sheets to ever leave them. But she left. I didn't wash those sheets for more than a month after that, until she broke up with me. I listened to Keane's Hamburg Song and cried every time. “I wanna be the place you call home” they sang. I was home, but it never felt like it was my home anymore. She was. Could feel it in each embrace, stare, kiss, smile, shag...

...I'll be home soon.