Amor meu ♥️

This may be the first time in a while in where we won’t know of each other for more than 12 hours straight. When I woke up from a nap, that heavy thought dawned on me.. and I couldn’t even phantom with that idea, so I redid the website, hooked up the domain again, prepared the components using the iPad, and now I am writing to you here. Because even if we are reflecting, there is no world in where I don’t write to you. Or you don’t know about me. Because I want you. Nor. I need you in my life for it to make sense. And I want you to know everything about me.

I just made it to Johannesburg. I am doing passport control as I thpe this, and I will then take the connecting flight to Maun. Ori will be waiting there for me, hopefully with the car, and we’ll then go buy groceries and start driving up morth. I don’t know the route we’ll take, but I will keep you updated as I know more.

Now… I have no idea when or where I will have internet during this trip, but I will try my very best to update this page with stories, moments that remind me of you, photos, or things I will be thinking about. Likely, all of it will have to do with you, because you are my world.

And the honest to God truth, Houda, is that I want you, my love. And I want the very best version of us that makes us shine. Makes us blossom. And makes us who we truly are. The two little kids, so in love with esch other. Ready to change the world. Ready to eat it, too.

And just so you know, I will fight for us. I will fight to get the clean break, away from the noise, outside of the past. And I will fight for it. And in the meantime, I will learn, work on myself, and fill my energy, and I promise you, the second we come back… I will love you, take care of you, and nurture you and our love. Because we deserve this. We deserve this new book in the story. And we deserve to make our story justice wirh stability, peace, trust, and a true sustainable forever. A story with no ending. An infinite book of pages, filled and to be filled, that we will continue to write, top to bottom every day of our lives.

In the meantime… I hope you are okay. I hope the wound has closed and is not infected anymore, and I hope you have a marvelous day with your mom, my Houda. I wish I was there with you two. I wish we were together.

T’estimo amor meu. T’estimo infinit. And I cannot stop thinking about the day when I will see you again, and you will breath deeply when I hug you, when I kiss you, when I love you.

I will see you very soon. I know it. I promise.

T’estimo ♥️♾️