What I miss the most is the intimacy.
The pillow talk shared between my husband and myself.
The smoldering glances.
The touches in passing.
The quick kisses that promised slow, passionate love making later on.
Things you can't talk about with your kids; and it would be pretty weird IF you could talk about those things with your kids. MPO
Things that would be awkward to discuss with your in-laws.
Things other widows and widowers would understand; but still off-limits in discussions.
What I miss the most is the intimacy ... where SO MUCH WAS SAID; without even a word uttered.
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