feghi

It's this day again. Leaving day. Ticket for Bangkok, 2.30 am. My bags are unpacked and God I want to keep them that way.
I can't explain us or what we have, it just feels like it's supposed to be. I love you. Went motorbiking all day today and yesterday.
Everywhere. To beaches, mountains, temples, friends. I love sitting on the back, holding my arms around you while you drive.
I can feel your warm skin against mine now, but tomorrow I wont be able to. The bus will be here in a few hours.
Then I know you'll hold me and I'll hold you. I just wish we didn't have to let go.