nostalgia stole me for a few moments ; i remembered every morning , waking up beside him , in our first house there and in our second , on the ship as we sailed through space , in the car back on earth , on the street corner in the city in front of that bar i remembered cuddling up next to him when we were asleep , burying my face in his neck , sitting perched on top of him as we talked and laughed well into the night , or clutching him to me as we made love .