I’m back home again…
Seeing as how many followers I lost in the past two weeks I guess people got a bit annoyed by all my “oh look at us being all happy”-posts with Em but I just have to write one last post before I jump in the shower and wash off the long flight.
I think of the past two weeks this might be my favourite picture of Em (even though she’ll probably hate it). It’s slightly out of focus, I’m not even in it and we took far cuter ones together but this is how I always remember her. Whether we were in Amsterdam or in Phoenix, I always found myself sitting opposite her at some point in a little coffee place or restaurant and she would always give me this look. This “why are you staring at me?”-look.
Whenever I’m with her I can’t help but stare because she is so beautiful. Inside and out. I saw her for the first time on tumblr many months ago and thought she was really pretty. Then I got to know her better and actually got to be with her in real life and saw that, on top of being beautiful on the outside, she has a beautiful heart, a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul. That’s why I was always staring at her, because I didn’t just see a pretty girl but I saw all that. 
I got to be with her for the past two weeks and I’ve never been happier. I’ve never felt more proud than to walk down the street holding her hand.
Being back home again in cold and windy Holland really feels like defeat and like I’m missing half of me. It scares the shit out of me not knowing when I’ll see her again but I know I will.
She’s the greatest.