Heartache for a bygone lover

Yesterday morning while taking transit to that “civic duty” I mentioned before, listening to my music on shuffle, a Sam Cooke song came on and instantly transported me back to a hotel room in a different city where I learned my then-lover, the hard core sports player, potty mouthed, such a guys guy, loved that kind of music.  Of course we were in bed having passionate and endless sex at the time so the memory is a pretty strong one.  I wrote about our first kiss already but haven’t managed to write everything else down from our amazing and tortuous seven month long affair.  In good time. But I was a bit surprised at the intensity of the emotion I felt and how melancholy it made me at the thought of not being able to be with him anymore.  He’s thousands of miles away.  And ironically, now also newly single.

What do you think?