I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

We’ve established this, right?

So, what’s next? A thought, that I won’t see you for another 4 – slowly does harakiri to me. However, I have support and help. I do stuff, I keep busy, but I do not want to forget. If I had a choice, I would seat on the sofa hugging my knees and weeping.

Will I forget? And how do I know that I start to forget? When I was drunk and do not remember getting home, I still called you and said something like “I want to marry you and have kids”…that’s a good sign…You called me too and said that you are booking the next flight to see me. Expensive idea but it made me happy.

No, I cannot forget. After all, I Do want to marry you and start a life with you. Many lives…=)

But how do I really know that I start forgetting? A month, two months? A year? Does this vary for different relationships or does it depend on a person…I am confused and disturbed by the statistics. Too many questions in my mind about the whole thing and I’m not gonna list them because it will definitely bore everyone.

I need you. I need you. I need you.

The point is: 2 weeks in nothing in our lives and if we survive apart – we survive together. Otherwise, there is no point in the discussion.

I want you. I want you. I want you.

My thoughts are not structured. I cannot put my feelings in writing. There are so many of them, I shiver. It’s colder without you. It feels like my body temperature dropped by 2 degrees. Climate change reversed.

I’m into extremes. I hate when you don’t call and I cannot talk for too long. It’s never enough and the more I talk the more I realise that it’s not enough.

It’s been only two weeks. Two bloody weeks.