2014年2月23日 星期日

Back from France


  Had a wonderful ski trip with Mister over the half-term holidays, feeling refresh and pampered, ready to go to school again on Monday, sort of. 

  I never think we can have such a long trip together, but we made it - an entire week, 7 days. And I can't appreciate more for all the things he organised for me in this trip. This is my first time for skiing, absolutely love it and will definitely go back for more next year. 

  It was a lovely stay, feeling productive is great. Went to ski school in the morning, while Mister is doing his house hunting or skiing, and have our special snooze or do some work together in the afternoon, follow by a nice dine out in the evenings. 

 I get a bit upset when we are flying back to London on the plane, so difficult to hold my tears up, but I don't think Mister saw it. It is very upsetting to end a holiday, in which you are so used to wake up next to the person you like, and sleep tight in his arms at night. Particularly for a lonely person like me. 

 I was kind of scared when I woke up this morning, realising no one is there next to me. And I started weeping, acting completely like a child who can't find her daddy (what a wimp!). So I text Mister, saying 'I miss him.' ... And tearing up more as I get 'Me too.' back from him. 

 I think I am getting much more attached to him after this trip. Almost, I almost say the 'three words, eight words' one night to him, but I managed not to. Those three words seem to be a huge pressure on people, I wasn't sure. 

 Missing him a lot and hope to see him not long later... :-(