'Ask Me No More' by Sir Lawrence Alma-Tadema Today I woke up in the wrong set of mind...
I am a bit closer to you... in 4 days we'll meet, under the Tower, after so long dreaming about it... in 4 days I will again fall assleep in your arms, head on your chest, hands on your belly, you caressing my hair and kissing my forehead with those warm hands and soft lips... in 4 days we'll be so excited and happy for meeting, once again, in a new city, for a new adventure... And although all this and so much more is true, in my head this morning all I could find was the sadness of the idea that in a week I'll be having my last morning with you probably for quite some time...
I guess this means I like you a bit more than I thought...
I guess all I miss you is starting to hurt in a different place...