How should I do it.
8 weeks without my world, my home.
The days without hearing u sleep,
The days without your touch,
Your daily jokes, the sentences I don’t really understand with you speaking another language.
Those eyes that show me things I’ve never seen before.
Those hands that make me feel safe and loved.
You’re so far, and reaching you is impossible.
I will just have to wait till I see you again.
Volim te, beautiful.