I'm away from Perth again. For the first time this year. Separated again, albeit for only 12 days.
Sometimes, when being apart has became such a routine and getting repetitive each year, you'll grown used to it or you'll even anticipate it when you know the time of the year is just lurking around the corner.
Somehow in this case, it wasn't to be. The melancholic feeling never fails to accompany me whenever it's time to bid farewell for a short trip abroad.
It's been 8 days since the day I last saw her. I could still see the last image of her clearly - the way she looked at me when we hugged outside the airport, before seeing her getting further and further away from me, driving away in that maroon Kia.
For 8 days, we've been keeping in touch via sms, phone, skype, facebook, MSN and every means possible. But the one thing that been keeping me alive every night was the emails that she's been sending to me every single day. I replied her, and hope that my emails will give her the same joy that it gave me, every morning.
Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it all over.
8 days apart. And I'd dream about her 3 times.
I'm glad to know that her image is still very much intact in my mind, but dreaming about someone you missed so much without able to see her physically is tough.
I'm glad to know that her image is still very much intact in my mind, but dreaming about someone you missed so much without able to see her physically is tough.
The hardest part about dreaming of someone you love is having to wake up.
And imagine that it happened 3 times. In 8 days.
Looking at my own predicament, it sort of remind me about sailors.
I've always admired sailors and their families. I mean, it's never easy to be working in the middle of the vast ocean where apart from your fellow crews and the ship that you're on, there is basically no interaction with the other people and any sort of civilization.
To make things even more unbearable, it is understood that sailors usually work at the sea for few months intermittently. That means having to part with your loved ones for 4-5 months, and only get to see them once or twice a year.
To make things even more unbearable, it is understood that sailors usually work at the sea for few months intermittently. That means having to part with your loved ones for 4-5 months, and only get to see them once or twice a year.
Considering the above, I consider myself to be lucky enough that I only need to be away for a few weeks once or twice every year.
On the bright side, it will be 4 days more, before I get to see her again. I don't know how will I feel when I see her at airport next Monday.
I don't anticipate and prepare myself on how to feel for that day. I'll just let the human nature and the innate feeling to take its own course.
One thing I've learned is this....
Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though you're one day further from the time you last saw her, you are one day CLOSER to the time you will.
And that...
is what keeps me hanging on - each and every single day, without her by my side.
it is tough. It breaks you. It makes going to sleep difficult for having so much to tell yet no words spoken. It is...tough. Only hope keeps u going.
Ju Ann,
You know the feeling best. Hang on there, and don't lose faith. Your bf's my source of inspiration for this entry. =)
YeeKang