Love notes for you, from thousands of miles away.

What I’d love to happen five months from now.

I’d like to think that five months from now, I’d be at the arrival area, pushing my trolley with a mountain of bags, and I will see you run towards me. We will be hugging each other for the first time in more than a year. I would feel your head on my shoulders, and your arms around my body. I would bury my face in your strawberry-scented hair once more. I’d feel your warmth engulfing me. I’d wipe your tears from your face, though I wouldn’t be able to control mine. We’d go somewhere private, an empty park maybe, and then I am going to kiss you. I’ll kiss you just like our first kiss in what seemed to be a thousand years ago. I will feel complete again. And we would not talk. We would just be in each other’s arms, because no words could ever come close to describing that perfect moment.

I want this to happen. I can barely sleep each night thinking about it. Every fibre of my being yearns for your presence. Every night, I wish this cold pillow was your warm embrace. Everyday, I wish I was with you, or you were with me. I wish I could teleport to your room, even only for a few minutes. I love you.