I sometimes worry about how much I miss this guy. It seems like so long ago that I laid eyes on him, and so long ago that I fell for him. We’ve been to so may places, and in such testing situations, yet in reality it was only last July that we met when we both lived in Malaysia. Since then we’ve travelled Vietnam, South Africa, Tanzania… and in just a few short months he will come and see me in Australia, then I will return to Africa with him.
Its such a ferocious loneliness without him. We’ve been in almost consistent company since the day we met. He was, and is, my best friend. I love him. I can’t wait for all this separated living to end.