I’m about the same.
I forgot what it was like to look at someone and feel love as quick as lightning before it’s even declared outloud. To wear the smell of them on your skin in the morning because you held one another so closely through the night. To know you can be quiet in their presence because they somehow know without reason the unspoken words bubbling up and over in your mind. To not get enough of their being or physical body even in the most honest, longest, wettest, kiss, or softest touch, or strongest grasp with arms or hands, and having all of it drive you utterly mad with wonder.
I forgot what all of that was like. It’s phenomenal.
And I hardly pay attention to the time of day. My suitcase is always half packed, and I haven’t done laundry in nearly 6 weeks.
If you can’t seem to find me today, it’s because I don’t want you to.