So now he's gone again, short visit but it felt satisfyingly long. Even though I know we'll see each other soon (two and a half week until Paris) I couldn't stop the tears as soon as I got back in the car. I tried to hide it form him but I'm quite sure that he detected it anyway, he know's me too well and by that he knows better that to comment on the fact that he knows that the second our hands let go I'm in tears. That's one of the reasons I love him. Can't wait to hear his voice again tonight.

I think he'll never understand how much I love him and I feel like I say "I love yo

u" too often already and that he one day is gonna respond with "yeah yeah". I hope he never finds me creepy in any way. I'm trying my best not to be.

I just want to lay here and dream about you