Today my baby left me. He got on a plain and flew to spain. Its going to be 8weeks before I see him again. Not really sure how I feel at the moment, in a way I'm excited for him and I really want him to succeed. Golf is his entire life and I'm just a small single part of it. But I'm lucky to even be anything :) My boyfriends special, he gets me. He helps me and excepts that I'm one fucked up mess, yet somehow he keeps coming back for me.

remember that night?

the one where we laid in bed and looked up slow, sweet music.

daniel bedingfield. barry white. james blunt etc.

you know what i mean now..

think of the hugs.

the kisses.

the love.

think of the tears we shared and our tight embrase.

how will i tear myself away when you go?

look at that smile.

things have been far too good.

i cant even describe how nice things have been lately.

like were finally realising what a short time we have left and embrassing every opportunity we have to see one another. i like the way we click.