I longed to feel his warm, strong arms around me, his stubble lightly scraching my mouth as i tasted his saltly and sweet lips, and his beautiful voice whispering in my ear “i love you”.
Well i could hear his voice, and he was telling me he loved me, but across a cold computer screen millions of kilometres away “i love you” doesn’t feel the same. Its not like i didn’t love him, or i didn’t love our conversations on skype but in this city that was lonely, new and freezing cold compared to sydney i just need to feel him.
I told him how i felt, upset, lonely and that i missed him. He seemed very non-plused which upset me, he told me he missed me, but he didn’t seem to feel it as much as i did. After an hour i told him i was going to bed.
I woke up the next morning to mum knocking on my door, when i let her in she brought in a small but sweet bunch of flowers, the card read “even thought im not there beside you, i can still feel your radiant smile as i know you are smiling now”.
Mum walked out with a exaperated sigh “young love” she muttered.
“yes” i responded smiling from ear to ear “isn’t it grand?”.