& I Miss You (Part II)

I Feel Like A Kid At Christmas Time!

4 Days.
I've missed you so much,
And I can't wait for you to be home!
We're nearly there baby!

I Can't Wait (Part VI)

6 days!
I miss you more than fancy pictures could ever explain!
I can't wait to hold you and kiss you!

I Can't Wait (Part V)

11 days, 11 days, 11 days!!
I'm so excited!

Rocks, Trees & Puddles.

I Can't Wait (Part II)

I can't wait..
To hold your hand & chase that loving feeling.



And I would really appreciate if you could answer to this post - im getting some really interesting, thought provoking answers and was hoping for some more!

& I Miss You!

Dear Paris.

I Can't Wait (Part I)

I can't wait....

To kiss you, and giggle because your stubble is ticklish.

Being Without You.

There were tears at the airport,

I held you tight,

I told you I loved you,

Stay safe,

And have a good flight.

And I know that the time will fly,

And you will be back in no time.

But I'm getting used to the idea

Of not having you quite as near.

7 Days.

I feel a bit silly having a countdown until you go away,
but for the past 3 years, 5 months and 9 days
you have been the only one for me.
We've never been apart
and we spend what seems like everyday together,
I'm going to miss you so incredibly,
every little, teeny tiny thing that you do and say
Like the smell of your lynx mixed with the smell of the bakery,
Lying down on the nook in your chest, and hearing your heartbeat.
Wrestling, laughing,
I'm going to miss that laugh.
The smile that goes along with the laugh,
I'll miss that one too.

In seven days;
you're going to jetset around the world,
and I'm going to wait, very patiently for you to get back
so I can hug you so, so, so, so tight
and tell you I love you as soon as you get back.

9 Days.

In 9 Days;
I'll miss seeing that amazing smile of yours,
and knowing that you're smiling at me.

13 Days.

In 13 Days;

I'm going to miss picnics,

and lying on the grass,

and just talking.

And looking at you, and realising how cute and amazing you are.

16 Days.

In 16 days;
I'll miss seeing you in your aves, listening to music as loud as possible when I get in the car.
I'll miss how you turn it down when you see me coming too.

20 Days.

In 20 Days;
I'll miss our scrabble battles,

More than you will ever know.

23 Days.

In 23 days,
I will see you leave on a plane.
And I will miss you,
incredibly.

But it's going to be fine.
Because you're going to have the most amazing time ever, and you're going to take pictures, and not wear brown pants.

And I'm going to hate walking home, and not having a lift.
But I'm going to spend that time getting fit, in anticipation for lifts (and becoming unfit again) when you get back.

I'm going to miss lunches,
and pretzels,
and AC/DC in the car.
And I'm going to miss skipping Maths,
and just cuddling you.


I already miss you,
and I'm awfully scared that it's all going to change.

But I hope it won't,
and I hope when you get off that plane you come and give me the biggest squeezy hug in the world,
and tell you love me.