it's strange

It's strange to still miss her.  It's hard to tell what I miss.  I don't miss hugs or kisses, because there weren't many.  I don't miss suprises or good trips because there weren't many.  So what do I miss?  I'm not sure.  Maybe it was the high stakes feeling that took me over.  Maybe nothing about it was good.  I don't know. 

As for now, things with snail are really feeling amazing.  We give each other tons of space, and when we hang out it's amazing.  They were having a rough day on Wednesday so we got pizza, walked to the park near my house, played on the structures and laid on the big swing for a long time, then came home and cuddled for an hour and told each other how much we like each other and how pretty we are.  They said I was wonderful, I responded "I know."  Because sometimes it is nice to feel like I am sweet and wonderful and with snail it is really easy. 

I have more thoughts, but writing hasn't come easily lately....maybe caz I recently hit a snag in my reading... we will see if we can fix that