I have never imagined anymore separation after our almost-died-four-month one. Yet here I am, struggling alone thousands miles from where he is. Some say, gap is good for relationships. Well, I assume it does not work in my case. Gap only makes us fight, misunderstand and weak. Suprisingly, though, it works well on him.
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| His newest pict: With his collague during dinner. |
Since our arrival in India on February end, we were always together (even among relatives and families). Our feelings were getting deeper and we were also getting closer). We tried our best to make every moment worth remembering. We went to many places - mostly for food :))) coconut water, palm fruit, crab, roasted chicken, cakes and many food I tried there - we drove along Coimbatore roads, in which I always feel scared because the way he and most Indian people drive.
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| Focus on the chicken *drooling* |
I cant believe myself that it was already more than one and a half month since he left for Curacao. I still remember when her mom, grandma and I were dropping him off the airport. I promised myself that time, I would never cry because it would make my in-laws worried. Also, I had cried the day before in the car when we were going home from a mall due to this farewell. That time in the airport, I didn't cry at all, though I really wanted to :'( why? because her mom cried. Seriously, when somebody was crying, I could not simply cry also, instead, I would choose to calm her down. That's what I was doing that time. Still, I had no idea how I were going to survive every single day.
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| Going to airport with Indian taxi. See.. I don't look sad, right? |
Back to home after he took his flight to Mumbai, I still mesmerized him. I felt like he was there among us. When I was in the living room watching TV, I would think that he was upstairs, working. It happened even until some weeks. It helped me through the day times. But the hardest were always the night times. I used to sleep with him, under his arms, sharing the same blanket (although it was hot). It was one of the best things in my world. Then suddenly, I had to sleep alone, or with my mother in law (I'm scared sleeping alone). The first lonely nights, I felt insomniac. I could not sleep at all. I would sleep after 2 or 3 o'clock even there were days I slept at 6 o'clock in the morning. I was feeling something was missing and I felt incomplete since then.
Now, I'm back to my hometown again. I'm always making myself busy to kill boredom when I'm not going to proceed my documents. I wish time would go fast so that I will soon find myself in his arms, once again and forever.
I LOVE U BABY
I MISS U SAYANG
