I lock the door, knowing that we’ll be back in two days and wondering if I have forgotten something.
I have a weird feeling in my stomach and I’m sad even though I know that we’ll be back in two days.
I’m already missing you, even though you’re right here next to me. Knowing that I’ll be away from you, knowing that for the next two evenings I’ll have to sleep in an empty bed is killing me.
The only thing comforting me is the thought of seeing you again on Sunday, knowing that I’ll fall asleep next to you.