A common pic?
Whilst I am sitting in front of my two TFT 17" monitors, blogging now, Ingo is sitting on the edge of my fouton with his notebook, bathing his feet, in front of him the TV.
A normal day.
Nooo.
I am sad.
Tomorrow evening he would be here anyway, starting a normal weekend. Leaving on Monday morning - which he will do (have to do)!!!
No more
- sleeping in peace
- with the door open, just like that
- not being afraid of the smoke detector making alarm (Ingo is a volunteer firefighter and knows what to do - even if the darn thing just wants to tell me that the battery is low!)
- having company when going outside (darn neighbour!)
- having a warm, loved body beside me, no matter what!
- fresh baked rolls in the morning
- sleeping ´til nearly 09:00 am (05:40 it is again)
- cuddling
- kissing
- holding fingers
- feeling safe and loved
Guess it´s so hard this time because....
Over public holidays we´re either far away or (usual) christmas at Ingos´ and hence my familys´ place - FIRST time here - at MY home!
What´s a home, anyhow?
Yes! I should love and enjoy the time being ´til Monday morning.
Love to sleep with the door carelessly open (no strangers in my apartment like in my dreams!).
I´ll try.
Yep!
Today is good, for sure.
And I feel so small
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