She is extremely affectionate, and the way she communicates affection is exactly the same way i do: by touching and talking. she touches me more in a half-hour conversation than lisa would in six months. she kisses like a dream. she calls me to tell me about her day. she tells me i am terrific, that she misses me, that she had an unforgettable time when we were together, that she loves kissing me. she asks me how i like to be touched, and then she does it. she laughs and giggles and smiles. i am totally taken with her.
realistically of course, i don't think there's much of a future for c and me. she lives thousands of miles away; she intends that her future Ex will always be in his daughter's life. she lives with such passion and such "aliveness", i won't be surprised if eventually our relationship starts to become stale for her. in fact, i kind of expect it. and i don't give a shit. if i never saw her again, i would miss her, but i wouldn't regret a single second i've spent with her. she has made me feel alive again in a way i haven't for a long time. she has given me back a sense of being desirable and desired.
she has been an utterly fantastic companion, and i will always be grateful for what we have had. when i'm on my deathbed and looking back over my life, the moments i've spent with cynthia will be one of the things that i'll be gladdest about.
