Like a teenager...

I check my emails multiple times in the day. Whenever the number of unread is higher than the last time my heart stops for 2 seconds whilst I check my inbox. I dream of being with him. I imagine seeing him and being happy. I sometimes look at his picture but almost don't need to as his face is so well kept in my mind. I remember his soft eyes and miss his hug. If only that moment could last forever... If only we could be forever...