My couch smells like you right now.  I sat down to watch Firefly by myself, wishing you were here, and bam.  There you were.  It's a good smell - I told you you didn't stink - but it makes me miss you....it makes me want you to be here still.  You, sitting here, watching one of my favorite shows.  Me, glancing over every once in a while to see if you were genuinely enjoying yourself or just placating me.  Me, wishing and hoping you'd stop being quite so interested in the TV and just turn and grab me already.  But you didn't.  We sat so close, but not touching.  Never touching.

And now, when I breathe, it's almost like you're here again.

11:39pm 4/1/12