Ever remember a kiss?  Right now, I can feel his lips and taste him.  He tastes so clean, always.  I love the way he looked into my eyes and smiled.  I always knew he was going to massage my breasts and pay great attention to my nipples.  I'd be squirming as I drove and he would still do that.  He loved my legs, yes.  He loved my knees and claimed I had the sexiest knees he had seen.  Sexually he and I were a fit if there ever was one.  But, so much more than that, I loved him. I still do.  I always will.  My heart. It hurts.  He has gone now.