15 days...
POSTED AT 11:46 AM in My Life and what's left of it...

It's been 15 days since he went back home... 15 days that I haven't seen him... 15 days that I haven't hold his hand... 15 days that I haven't touch his face... 15 days that I haven't hold him close... 15 days... 15 agonizing days and countng still...

I miss him.

I miss him so much, it hurts. He's been my strength, and my joy during the days we were together. When he left, it's as if I ran out of strength, and that there's a hole somewhere in my chest where my heart used to be. Yes, he took my heart away with him. He owns it now, he holds it in his hands. I have entrusted him with my heart with the capacity to break it. But I know he wouldn't. I trust him so much. He's such a wonderful guy to do something like hurt me. I owe him another chance to love. He renewed my belief in forever and lasting love.... Yes, him, my Mahal...

I don't know how I'll be able to go through two more months of not having him by my side. It would take extra-ordinary effort to smile and pretend I'm not hurting with the distance between us. Thank God for Skype, at least I get to see him and hear his voice everyday. I know it's not the same as seeing him and listening to him in person, but it's the closest we can do for now.

Sigh... 15 days feels like eternity. I still have to count 60 more days until I hold him close to my arms again...

 

Listening to: I Wanna Grow Old With You by Westlife

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