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“I go out on a party and look for a little fun, but I find a darkened corner, cause I still miss someone.” – Johnny Cash
I woke up this morning and rolled out of bed only to find that once again I was missing someone. It wasn’t a particular face or personality or even a soul that I was missing. It’s more like a feeling, a sense of security, an every day pick me up, that one person that can lead you to believe that no matter what happens this day will be a great one. As I stood stark naked in front of my dresser, trying to decide which pair of underwear to dawn, I remembered that she liked it when I wore boxer briefs. What’s her name did too. And of course, so did she.
