Bojan and you met around five years ago, he was in a small club playing his music with his friends, and you captivated him. You went on a couple of dates, and it wasn't long before he asked you to be his girlfriend and move in.

You hadn't seen him all week; he was playing all over Europe with Joker out after their big breakout after Eurovision. He called you every night, telling you about how his day was and what the countries he was playing in were like. He showed you the gifts and souvenirs he bought for you. He couldn't talk that long, but he always made sure to check up on you.

You woke up in your guy's bed on a Sunday morning, the white, blue striped sheets smelled of Bojan's cologne, and his nightstand was just as when he left. The clothes on the floor had been untouched after he had turned his closet upside down trying to find a specific shirt. You get up and start making your usual breakfast when a pair of hands grabs your waist from behind. You jump in surprise, getting scared before a familiar voice settles you

"Calm down, Lepotica. It's just me."

Bojan's voice says from behind you, you turn around, smiling in relief and happiness. He kisses your forehead, pulling back to look down at you and smiles

"I missed you so much, my soul aches for you when we're apart"