(10) and counting

ten more days and I’m back in morocco for the forth time since I met my bf last october. oh dear, how plans have changed… I love my bf, but did you know that I also love bsf? I think I never told you…

can’t wait

twelve more days, four more exams at university and I’m back in my bf’s arms inshallah. I miss his smile, I miss talking to him, I miss his touch, I miss staring at him while he’s sleeping, I miss paddling out to the line-up with him, I miss his perfume, I miss his happiness, his sadness, his lostness in thoughts, his laugh and his love… even filming him while he’s out there surfing and I’m just sitting there like stupid surferboy-girlfriends do ;)

AND I MISS THE AMAZING BREAKFAST HE PREPARES FOR ME EVERY SINGLE MORNING!

more n’ more

do you know the feeling of always wanting more? more hours of that beach party. more pages of that fabulous book. more days of summer. more waves per session. more of that skin…

desire

it’s beautiful in my country – there are blue rivers, green trees, blue skies, white fluffy clouds, colourful flowers, silver mountains and what not. but oh my gosh, how I miss those waves! it hurts…

so maybe I should start doing some surf-sessions russian-style: