To know. To know that you are sad and lonely, makes me sad and guilty. To know that I left you even though you need me. The burden of knowing and knowing I can't do anything about it. I'm far away from you and the distance makes it hard. I need you to be exactly how you are, because you are perfect just the way you are and don't let anybody tell you anything else. I need you to be happy, because that makes me happy.
I'm sorry that I can't come home to you when you need me to be there. The only thing I would want to do is jump on a plan and come home to you. But as it is I can't and i'm sorry for that.
But I promise you that it's not that long left. It's 70 days until we see each other. 70 days until we stand at the airport and can finally hug each other and then everything will be okey. I'm counting down the days and even the hours. It's 70 days, that is 1680 hours. Until then I'm always just a phone call away, if you need to talk. Don't let the time difference change that I'm there 24 hours a day and you know that. You are my everything and I love you. See you soon.
Fick detta på mail av Sofia. Något hon har skrivit som en uppgift i skolan om mig. Började böla när jag läste det. Jag har verkligen den bästa vännen någonsin. Jag älskar dig massor och längtar tills jag får krama om dig igen!