I think of him a lot. I’m abroad at the moment, spending time with family. Even so, with minding my little nephews, doing chores and going out with my parents, i still think of him. I think of how interesting my home country is and how i want to share a picture of every meal, interesting homeware design and shop i see. I look at the clock and think, “its only early morning, he’s fast asleep” or “he’s at work today and tomorrow doing the late shift”. At night, i dream of him too. I miss him. It’s been 3 weeks since i saw him in person. I miss his smell and his arms. I miss how safe he made me feel. I think about what women are going to be so lucky to feel his kisses and his arms. I miss you J.