I miss him so much. Yesterday, we talked a little bit, and it brought me a sense of comfort, though it also intensified my longing to see him. I kept thinking about how much I wanted to be there with him in Sydney, to take the first available flight, sit in the first chair, and rush to his side. I imagine the warmth of his embrace and how tightly I would cuddle him, not wanting to let go.
Despite the distance and his lingering fever, I'm relieved that he's managing well. Even though his fever hasn't completely subsided, knowing that he's doing fine gives me a sense of peace. However, it doesn't diminish my desire to be with him, to hold his hands and play like we used to. I miss the simplicity and joy of our time together, sharing jokes and laughter. The physical distance feels unbearable at times, but the thought of him being okay helps me cope.
I also find myself reminiscing about our morning and evening routines. When he was here, those moments were incredibly special, and they've become some of my most cherished memories. The way we started and ended our days together was something unique and comforting. Whether it was sharing breakfast, walking hand in hand, or simply enjoying each other's company, those routines created a bond that feels irreplaceable. These memories are etched in my mind, and I know I will carry them with me for the rest of my life. I long for the day when we can create new memories together, reliving those moments that made our time so precious.