A page from a diary

It has been one year three months today. Surprisingly I do keep a track. It doesnt make a difference as to its been how many days or months I have loved him for, I knew him before I loved him. he was always special, but its just that the last few days have been even more special and more connecting. Busy with work and life, we both hardly get time. Long distance has its tolls but it works fine for us. Its difficult on some days, when craving him, needing him and wanting him is too much to handle but its at those moments the realisation of my love for him grows. He flew down last week, been four days, here for a 2-3 weeks more. Work got him here and I am more than happy to have him here with me. Its like all those sacrifices we made for each others , all the self constraint and curbing of wants and wishes have paid off. Having him next to me, see him breathe, feel him breathe has a different experience all together. It will surely be difficult after this month, but we are treasuring each moment.
Staying up till 5 in the morning just simply talking and chatting and looking into each other with all those feelings of passion and love and lust, it just feels so good. Its a new dimension. I love the way he looks at me.The feeling is all back, the initial charm is all there.The added passion makes it so much more stronger.  The way he whispers "honey, u look beautiful", the way he sleekly comes and puts his arm around my stomach, turns me towards him and gives me a long kiss on my lips. Its like all those feelings we had curbed for these 15 months, are taking over us.The way I get conscious around him, the way he always tilts my head up, looks deep into my eyes and always asks me what I am thinking. At times I have nothing to say, I just look at him, absorb all I can for these few days, knowing clearly well I wont be getting this chance anytime soon in the future.
The more I have him now, the more I dont want to let go of him. I just refuse to sleep and dont let him sleep either. Its like there is this need of having him with me 24*7 without wasting time on anything. Him and me. Thats all I want.Restlessness has increased 10 folds.
Its beautiful, to hear him and see him together to feel him and sense him. His strong after shave lingers in my room after he goes for work. I am already used to it. Didnt know he is capable of smelling so good. The sweet peck on the cheek before he leaves. The breakfast ready on the table when i get up. The ten times calling to wake me up so tht i am not late for work, those unnecessary remote fights, the sulking and the making up after tht. Its like in these four days we have lived four months...
And after this month ends, all these sweet nothings and all these senses will have to take a rest..and I dont know how willing I will be then to give it all up again.