I don’t really have anything to say except that I miss him so much and I still can’t believe that we’ve only met once over the summer holiday. Can you imagine it? Knowing that he’s close but not quite and what more; I have to look at all the instagram posts about all the other couples having romantic breakfast/lunch/hi-tea/dinner together and can’t do anything about it.
I know this issue isn’t really as important as someone fighting with cancer, or losing a job or I don’t know…Ebola? But to anyone out there who’s probably in the same situation as I am, I hope that by actually saying what I’m feeling and thinking out loud here, it could give you an equally needed if not politically correct kind of comfort.
To be continued
In 20 years from now and till the end of time
Faded denim shirt over a sleeveless white blouse paired with black crepe skirt for a laid back and yet sophisticated summer look.
Mouthgasm. The cold pudding is very thirst quenching