Last night I fell asleep with headphone from my cell in my ear, and it was a total shock when it rang. I am usually very slow, when I get woken up by the ringing object next to my pillow, so I took my time to wake up and answered only after that. That was my sweet boyfriend, longing to finish conversation we started couple of hours earlier. Too weak to say anything smart I prefered to listen, smiling and nodding in the dark. Looking at the alarm clock I slowly realized that I had to wake up in 6 hours, but wasn't bold enough to interrupt his talking. So I decided to drift back to sleep, until he said he had to go. I felt incredibly awesome after taking out that headphones out of my ear and putting my weak head on the soft pillow (isn't it grand?)

It may seem as if I wasn't happy to hear him. Oh yes, I was! Since he got himself suspended (smart guy), I don't see much of him anymore. Only once a week, on every weekend, and if I ask you "Is it enough?" I'm sure you will answer "No!". Anyways, I miss him a lot, and phone makes me feel as if I'm closer to him, even though I'm not. Man, why did I start talking on this subject? But, well, since I started, I'll continue talking about it. I miss him! I miss seeing his red head on zero hour, and between classes, and at lunch. And even though we didn't hang out at school much, it still meant a lot to me that I saw him every day. And I just can't take the fact that he is not going to come back to school until second semester, and until then I will only see him once a week. This is the disaster! On the contrary, those emotions can become fine poems, if I work on them. And by the end of the semester I will have a big collection of "I miss you so much" poems. So, as people say, there is a bright side to everything. Just never stop looking for it.

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