Well I try to say there’s nothing wrong.

But I hate going home alone in the evenings. Somtimes I watch how couples behave, yesterday was such an evening. In a way I just envy them. I’m here and Sanna is at the other side of Europe, 2200 km away. It’s not just the feeling to love and be loved, it’s all those little things. Someone to share your stories with, someone to spend long sunday mornings in bed. Probably I just long for this “normaility”, no flights, no emails, no sms. Just her being here, nothing more, nothing less.

I believe.