The physical act of sex is easy but it's the intimacy that makes you come undone, because that's a damn sight harder to fake when you wish the person you are with was somebody else.
Excellent, honest write.

Your voice feels incredibly genuine in this, and I especially loved the realness of not wanting a person back but still missing them (after all, we're only human). This whole piece felt so human, as we move on and shape our lives and come across different people, and enjoy their company, but sometimes we can't help but be reminded of someone else. That feeling unable to be mimicked exactly, so unique to that one person. I can only think that with time, there will be a new feeling, and a person won't be a trigger for a memory or comparison but a brand new memory that eclipses others.