Waiting...

So me and Z finally decided that I should visit him between summer I and II. Hopefully, I'll be able to get a time-off for work that week. Assuming that would happen, I get to see him by the last week of June [Guess that means looking for tickets now...].

Waiting...always the hard part of everything, it seems. That's 2 months of waiting to see him again. I don't know about him, but it feels forever to me. 2 months and counting...
2 months to keep myself extremely busy.

There are still lots of things I want to do with him. 2 days aren't enough...4 days aren't either. Even a week doesn't feel enough sometimes. Is this a sense of desperation? Am I feeling insecure? Summer always seems to be hardest time for me in this relationship. I miss him terribly.

This summer, I want to walk on the beach with him. That's all I want.

The waiting begins...