Today in two weeks time I get to see A again and I am so excited!
And I am so horny, I picture myself walking through the terminal door pushing my trolley with all my luggage on. My long hair blowing in the wind (my hair is in a bob and why is there wind in the airport?) and I’m tanned and I see A. I run up to him and he picks me up, we can’t keep our hands off each other. And we making out and taking each other’s clothes off.
This is all incredibly unlikely but it would be nice…
Can’t wait to see him again.
I miss him so much.
I wonder what it will be like when we see each other because we had technically only been hanging out for 5 weeks before I left and I would have been gone for a total of 8 weeks. So the majority of our relationship, we have been in different countries? Oh boy.
In my mind it’s going to be passionate and beautiful and magical…
