I have just had another amazing phonecall with my lovely Stéphane. We have talked, been singing, singing together in italian, reading our first messeges, confessed our first thoughts about eachother and about our second meeting ever. Summary, another perfect end of the evening/night. Je t'aime mon lamantin. ;)After been awake sense 6 o´clock yesterday morning, am I now pretty tired. Well, I have myself to blame when i stay up into the middle of the night to talk. Even though my sleep puts back in the corner of my living so am I very happy. I don't regret staying up talking.
It is difficult to be apart like us. He lives in France and i live in Sweden. Seeing him makes me so increadibly happy, but every time i have to leave is it so, so, so painful.
He has told me that he never before cried for a girl. That he never cries for no reason. That he put himself out vulnerable like that for me. I have no words.
He is the best thing that has happend to me, or as he says best meet.
This turned out to be a post of love. But as usual i did not know before what my text would be about.
I wish you a good night!
/Soffan
