On Friday my boo landed in Stockholm. It’s the last time he comes visiting me by himself. Next time he’s coming with two friends of our’s and after that It won’t be long before I move. Weird! In total he’s been here 16 times I think. In one year! <3
I’m living at my godmother’s house until I move and they were back in Malaysia were they used to live, so me and Daniel had the big house for ourselves.
Like an old retired couple we took the dog for a walk around the nearby lake, got laid and went for a date night at the cinema. We also watched netflix naked and cryd over a stupid fight before making up and brushing our teeth together.
In five weeks we will have officially made it. 16 months of long distance. Fuck it’s been tough, but never have I doubted that we couldn’t do it. Although I think making it two years would’ve been pushing it as the shock of being together/apart/together/apart is pure pain.
Before Daniel had to board his train to the airport he took me to Barobao, a recently opened bao spot by Mariatorget. Minimal but quirky asian design and delicious Korean tapas. Would highly recommend it!
We sat in this corner next to a wasabi plant and shared a coke and munched on some gorgeous small plates. Daniel always tells me the most insane stories about things he’s read or experienced or studied. It’s so fascinating and I have to stop him 13 times during our walks or dinners to kiss him because I think it’s the hottest thing ever.
Then once more we stood on the cold platforms at Centralen. I kissed him a million times because it has to last until next time I see him even though it doesn’t and finally wave him goodbye as it’s 2min left until departure. Despite being corny, movies don’t lie about the drama of having to see somebody you love wave though a train window whilst slowly moving away.
I walked back to the underground cursing this city that I’ve grown to love and googled the most pathetic but true cure; the saddest abba song. Turns out there’s a wicked genius named Tear Jerker who’s compiled a list with all the top Abba songs to cry to! So that’s what I did, cried on the blue line all the way to Sundbybergs Centrum.
And yesterday it rained from the sky and not my eyes which made everybody else sad but myself happy as it’s my favourite weather. I went to a fancy lunch all by myself because there is nothing better than enjoying delicious food alone when you’re a little sad.
Now it’s back to work. I have a portfolio to finish, an exhibition promotion post to write up, a company workshop to plan, an internship application to send, blogposts to write and a school holiday to plan. All before I fly off on a blog trip with a brand on Thursday morning. I feel like I don’t really need an internship, I need somebody to be my intern.
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