A Little Taste of Heaven

The hardest part of loving someone, is saying goodbye when they need to leave. I'm not afraid to admit I cried like a little baby when I saw her go through customs on the way to her gate. And in a way, it's a good thing. It strongly reassures that these feelings I have, we have, are real and strong.

But let me start at the beginning.
On Friday I got up pretty early, it's quite a trip to the airport and since I wouldn't be home again I had to drag 10 kilos of holiday packing with me everywhere. The closer I got, the more nervous too but in a good way. I knew it'd all melt away like snow under the sun when I saw her.

Her plane landed early so I rushed to the gate but nothing yet...I got even more nervous and excited as well. After a 20 minute wait, there she was. My angel from heaven. I sped towards her and we tightly embraced each other, the rest went naturally. Our first kiss, that look into each others eyes, walking hand in hand to the train station.

The days after that were purely filled with joy. The resort was amazing, in the middle of the forest and sheltered from the outside world. There was so much to do and we were never bored. We spent every single second with each other, walking about the park, dabbling in the water, relaxing on the beach, hugging in the shadows of the trees, swimming in the tropical pool, baking in the tan booth, grilling meat on our porch while enjoying some good beer and music, watching FMA on the flatscreen while in bed, eating breakfast that we cooked ourselves, participating in the live entertainment, choosing the finest meals at any of the restaurants we had there, having our special JoRo ice-cream in a thunderstorm.

It was....amazing....There are no words to describe how perfect it was. The days flew by and before we knew it, we were at my place for another day or so. Shopping for stuff to make fresh guacamole, watching horror movies in each others arms, talking a long walk around the country side, picnic with ice-cream at a secret and secluded romantic location.

Too much to do and too little time. On Tuesday evening, we headed to the airport again with heavy hearts, knowing we'd have to say goodbye there for the time being. It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, take my arms from around her and let her go. Neither of us wanted it to end, we'd rather have stayed together for ever and always.

We both know we'll have to wait a while to be with each other again but we also know it will happen. In the summer, I will go to Sweden and spend more incredible days with her. Until then, we have Skype and we'll be on it every time we can. Work, school, friends, they will take some time away from us but we will always have each other.
In bed, a pillow with her perfume will have to do for now. It's no replacement for her soft, warm skin, sexy curves or the feeling of her and me being intimate (which was...my god, so amazing and fantastic), though nothing but the real thing will ever be good enough now.

This is as much as I can fit into a post at the moment, no doubt you'll be hearing more from me soon.


My Johanna, for ever and always, you and me against the world baby! I love you so much!