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I miss the sound of your voice. It is becoming harder for me to recall what it sounded like. I miss your wit....your sharp tongue. Stephen called you a Smart Ass Masochist Sub. SAM Sub. I liked your fire, I loved that you made me work for every bit that you slowly gave to me. I enjoyed unraveling the mystery that was you. And when I peeled back those last layers, I found so much that we shared in common. You were where I had been in my life, years before. I wanted you to be able to see through my eyes....to see how wonderful and special you were when you refused to see anything good about you. Peeling back those layers, I found my way into your heart and you into mine. Time will strip away the memories that I have of you. Your voice will fade from my ears and will just be a faint echo of the past. However, what will always remain is the feeling of you. The love that crushed my heart when you died. The joy that I felt each day I was able to chat with you. The anticipation of just being able to spend some more time with you....enjoying your company. Yes, the thrill of the fantasy of WHAT IF we could meet in person and play out all of those twisted desires. In the end, I remember how much we cared and loved each other across the span of distance between us. Worlds apart, yet bonded together. Even now, I am bonded to you in the memory of a woman who loved this simple man.