I have to admit, there really is something I do miss about being with someone. I don't miss the fightes, the suspicion, stringing them along, or dealing with immaturity. It's the afterglow. Those 10 or 15 minutes where there's nothing wrong in the world. Nothing can possibly be wrong with anything or anyone, anywhere. Not to say I often find that moment, but when I do, those precious moments before sleep (or getting booted) are heavenly.
Since I was born (Mom admits) I've never really been relaxed, as a baby, certainly not as a teen, and I have trouble sleeping because of it now. But in those 10 minutes after an exhausting or successful session, I hardly want to talk, though you could convince me of anything, marriage, billions and billions of babies, even loving you, and in those 10 minutes, you're perfect, the most wonderful man on earth, I've forgotten about when you didn't call me, the fit you threw earlier, or that you're leaving me forever tomorrow. It's not all about the big O or the white picket fence, it's about the afterglow.