I missed those days when photography would be one of the main tasks, and now my desk is full of sheets and wasted ink but none of this has to do with taking pictures, sharing my feelings and receiving feedback. I just miss it, but we cannot have everything. 

Lying on his chest while I watch the twilight and I feel my thighs covered in kisses and sand is just a sweet oasis to remind me that the good times are yet to come, but now I have to focus on exams and speeches.  It will be hard to be back to normal and to remind people I'm still alive, but it will be worth the try.