THIS TIME TOMORROW I’LL BE ON THE COACH 20 MINUTES FROM LEICESTER STATION READY TO MEET KEVIN AGAIN.
Waah I’m excited. I have to get ready for class in 20ish minutes but happiness.
Gotta get ready at 10, leave for quarter to 11, catch the train at half 11, get to Glasgow for 12ish, get the train to Paisley for quarter past 12, get to Paisley for half past 12 and make my way to Genetics class for 1 to sit through an /awesome/ lecture for 2 hours. Then I’ll be going home to get all packed and stuffs. Coach leaves Hamilton just before midnight omg I’m so excited.
Welp I’m home now. Had an amazing 10 days with my wee Kevincat but it’s only been a day since I left and I’m already missing him like crazy. It just seems to get harder every time one of us leaves for home. Although I suppose that every new day brings me one more closer to seeing him again. I’m rambly and emotional, yes. I just want to be with him. Always. I need to go to the doctors too but I’m so scared. I haven’t been since a nurse killed my grandpa. So scared. But I promised Kevin. Bwah I miss him. I miss my friends too. Hopefully I’ll get to see them all real soon.
My phone is fucked up again. Great.
I’ve been feeling awful since Friday. Super.
And I have an exam tomorrow. Fantastic.
After all that though, I get to spend an amazing 10 days with Kevin.
I like silver linings.
Text posts in abundance today.
I feel like talking, which is odd.
I got Kevin’s parcel a couple days ago but I’m not allowed to open it until my birthday, which happens to be in under 4 hours time. I’m excited. We’re gonna Skype call while I open it. Which means I get to see his cutesy wee face again.
My wee English sweetheart.
I miss him.
Kevin has his first day of work tomorrow at his new job.
I sent him a congratulations card in the post on Sunday
but I don’t think he’ll get it on time because of the
‘no post on Sundays’ and bank holiday Monday.
This makes me sad.
I wish I could walk to his house to give it to him,
and properly congratulate him in person.
And hug him. And kiss him.
That would be nice.
But no. Distance.
22 sleeps until I get to see the love of my life again.
I’m getting a 10-hour coach to his town again and he’s gonna pick me up from the station.
And I’ll cuddle him and I’ll kiss him and I’ll get to see his cute wee face and amazing smile again.
I’ll get to hold his hand as we walk home; I’ll get to smell his aftershave and I’ll get to curl up beside him under the blanket at night.
I’ll get to give him his christmas present; and watch his face closely as he opens it.
I’ll get to give him all the physical affection I can in those 10 days I’m with him.
I’ll get to look deep into his beautiful brown eyes and tell him just how much I love him, and hear his voice change with emotion as he says the same back.
I’ll get to go to the park with him again.
I’ll get to sit inside the little wooden train with him again, and we’ll snuggle together for warmth and it’ll be as perfect as it was before.
We’ll go for long walks to the shops again.
We’ll go for long walks to nowhere in particular again.
We’ll play some xbox together and eat ice-cream again.
We’ll have movie nights ‘til all hours of the morning because neither of us are tired.
I’ll put my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat and fall asleep like that.
He’ll play with my hair while we’re drifting off to sleep and when I wake up so does he.
We’ll have tickle fights and I’ll always win.
We’ll go to the pictures and I’ll lean on his shoulder.
We’ll celebrate our 6 month anniversary together.
We’ll laugh together, smile together, then cry together when the coach arrives to take me home.
Then I’ll feel like part of me is missing.
I’ll feel like I’ve left my heart with him and took his instead.
I’ll cuddle his hoodie on the coach and drift off to sleep teary-eyed as the miles between us start to grow.
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and your mum gives you hell for being tired all the time.
