From: ephemeral@ephemeralfic.org
Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 01:37:39 -0500
Subject: LEFT BEHIND by mulderache by mulderache
Source: direct

Reply To: tgw080160@aol.com


TITLE: LEFT BEHIND


SPOILERS: THROUGH SEASON SEVEN AND PRE-EP

ARCHIVE: YEAH, FINE WITH ME.

SUMMARY: SOMEONE WAS LEFT BEHIND.

MULDER'S APARTMENT

I know how other women feel now. The widowers and widows who have

lost there loved one only to be left behind to grieve. I stay

here at night because at my apartment I feel so alone but here I

feel closer to him somehow. To say I miss him would be an

understatement, because what I feel is stronger than that, I

actually ache for him to touch me and hold me again. The way his

slender fingers explored me and how his lips tasted and teased my

skin. I read in a book somewhere a long time ago a statement that

seems to ring true for me now. I believe it read, true love is

where you take away the feelings, the passion and the romance and

still find that you care. Is that what true love is all about? To

experience less of the physical pleasures and enjoy  more of a

spiritual togetherness. I miss you Mulder, I miss the way you

smiled and your pouty bottom lip. I miss waking up in the morning

with you there holding me, cuddling close to me, feeling the heat

of your love. How many times did we take it for granted that the

other would just be there, regardless? Though I have family and

friends they can not replace you and I do not wish them to

replace but to ease the ache of your absence. You left me behind

that night, out of love and fear of possibly losing me forever. I

miss you Mulder, please hurry and come home.