It is seven hours since we said goodbye at that bus-stop. Seven hours since you had your arms around me and held me inside your coat so I wouldn't be cold. Seven long hours that I've spent going around town and finally lying in my bed and trying to watch tv-shows but nothing works. Time moves too slow and all I can think of is when we meet each other in 21 days on Arlanda Airport in Sweden. I want the time to move faster so I can finally be in your arms again, feel your lips press against mine and have your hands all over me but there is 21 days left and until then I will bury myself in work and law cases.
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