I miss him.
I am trying not to think so much about him but I can't help it. I shift in my seat, looking outside and I am met with white fluffy clouds as my view on the small window of the airplane.
I am flying back home. Home.
I didn't even realize that I consider New Orleans as my home after staying there for a year now. Which it all makes it so hard for me to really concentrate or think of anything else than him. I have been reading a magazine but I haven't turned even a single page, I am looking at the same line since I sat here.
After I went to his place yesterday, I started to feel all the emotions we had, all the memories we had together resurfacing. I am also trying not to think of the bad things, especially now that I think my mind cannot handle any dark or negative thinking. All I am thinking about is how he held me, how he kissed me … how he moaned when we shared a passionate kiss.
