I’m so excited about the whole moving-into-a-new-place thing. Though there’s still a month to it. It has already got me so jumpy, happy and excited.
Finally a respite from the sadness of hostel. Finally a place to call home. Finally something to look forward to, each day, after a tiring day of college and work.
We’d again have our songs, and we’d watch the movies again.
I’d not feel incomplete the way I feel now. The void because of his absence will be filled. There’ll be less days when we’d not see each other because at the end of the day, we would come back together under one roof.
You’d hold me close on a bad day and things would just seem perfect. Even though you do a good job over phone in calming me down.. it’d be a feeling out of the world when you’d be around me.
The early morning kisses, in sleep, when we’re feeling so cosy that you just wrap me so tightly and I sleep so comfortably in the warmth of your body.
Silly arguments, fight and the make-up love that follows.
The walks.. the long strolls on the road after a heavy dinner.
Me running my fingers through your beard.
The surprises I’d plan for you. The surprise flowers. Tea and coffee that I’d make and you’d drink no matter how sucky they turn out at times.
I’ve missed living with you for so long. I’m so happy you’re going to be back. And things will get back in place.