Quick Fiction: What He Missed

David kept coming back to it. Did Julia miss him? What did she miss about him, if anything? He'd claimed he didn't want any calls, but he kept checking messages. What did he miss? Her bright eyes and smile, of course. Sweet, soft kisses, juicy curves, cinnamon skin, and . . . her hair. Black river, black storm. Thick, dark flowing. Pulling, twisting, losing himself in it just and he--and she, surely--loved. Is that really what he missed? Mostly, he missed the selfishness, the easy and simple selfishness. Doing what he wanted, doing what she wanted. Now, nothing was simple; nothing was easy. He missed Julia, but he also missed his life before Julia, when he wasn't so selfish, when he wasn't so neglectful of his own home.