It is so easy to get used to good things, that I am already missing him. He travels a lot, due to job stuff... we don't get to see each other as much as we would like to... and in the beginning I used to say: "It's OK... this way we won't fall in love too fast"... but I am already missing him.

I miss his kisses, his hugs, the way he looks at me, his gentle and wide smile everytime he sees me... I wanna see his face again, with those kiddy and sparkling eyes, looking at me, releasing that wonderful smile he just can't hide when he first sees me, everytime we meet :)

I want to feel his hands around me once again, holding my head before he kisses me, hugging me tender and firmly.

I never thought I would end up missing a hairy chest, loving a beird... but I do. I hope he misses me the same way I am already missing him, for I am already counting the hours to see him again...