Every time Bette tells me she has to go out for workI ache. I hug her tight, I kiss her deep and I never want to let go as she gets ready to leave for a week. I always have tearswhen either of us leavesshe always kisses them away. I always have fearsshe always has a way to drown them. All it takes is one kiss, one touch, one look, one whisper

Without her the home loses its charm, life loses its worth and I lose .a part of me. I dont have those safe arms to run into when I come back from work, I dont have those arms protecting me from the harsh world when I need shelter and those arms are not there to hold me tight as I drift to sleep. I just miss her holding me. Her lips are not there to kiss me on the temple as I wake up, kiss me on my head and she strokes my hair to make me sleep and to kiss my lipswhen I start my day. I just miss her kiss. Her eyes are not there to look into my soul, her deep, honest brown eyes that tell me she loves me, craves me and I am the onein this world. The only one. I just miss her eyes. I miss her hands holding mine. I miss her whispersI miss her smell that intoxicates me. I miss her taste that makes me weak in my knees. I miss her body that makes my heart skip a beatsometimes two. I miss her smile that warms my heart and fades my fears. I miss her touch that makes me alive. I miss her passion that makes me melt. I miss her making love to me and I miss making love to her her amber skinI miss her dark, thick hair where I need to bury my face. I miss her playfulness that makes me laugh. I miss Bette. I miss my life.

The day seems emptier. She didnt call me to sayjust to sayshe loves me! I know she doesbut when Bette says itit makes more sense, it feels more real. I constantly think if shes safe. I constantly think if shes thinking of me. The food tastes bland. The evening seems pale and the drive seems shorter. I dread the night. I long to hear her voice. I step into the house. Its quiet. Its very quiet. It misses Bette too. I step in. Oh God! I miss Bette.