I can’t stop thinking about her.  I just want to be holding her.  I want her wrapped around me, me inside her.  I fantasize about kissing those intoxicating lips and caressing her neck.

I just can’t shake the feeling that we were made for each other, but the countries commissioned to construct us didn’t communicate as well as they should.

Today Nate gave me a photo from that time in Las Vegas.  It was of him, me and Jess out on the balcony with the sun setting in the background.  When I had returned from the trip and found no pictures of Jess in my apartment, I wondered how important she could be to me.  If someone is important to you, you should have their picture somewhere.  Now I have this photo and I wonder how anyone can be so beautiful.  I hardly notice the sunset or the other people in the picture.