He left at 6pm. The night of that Sunday was the worst night of my life. I kept on crying and crying. Everybody in the house knew it. It felt so empty and I wanna run as fast as I could just to get after him. But I’ve got nothing to do. He’s in a far place. Can be reached but I cannot get there in just a click of a finger. And I wanna see him in just one ‘facing on the other side of the room’.
I dread the day of the next flight that he is gonna have. He is not staying in Manila. He’ll be working outside the country.
All of these struggles and sadness that I felt was lessen because of that cute, stuffed, and furry creature in my bed which is wearing the shirt he wore before he left for Manila. I smell his skin on that furry little creature wearing his used shirt!
hehehehe.
July 8, 2007. I don’t even want to remember it.
The patience which was prolonged for the sake of love, had ended.
We fought and the details of it are so not-worth-thinking-of.
You’ll be leaving soon. sooner.
just one week left for us and I’ll never see you again for the next nine months.
i don’t even want to imagine myself crying like a baby waiting for your flight, with you in an airport.
i will feel the same emptiness that i felt just like when you left. years ago.
you never knew about that. just now. and you never felt.
but now, i don’t know what you will feel if the scene that I am imagining will come to be realized.
i will miss you like hell!
just like what I felt when I was just a kid. i missed you, but you never knew.
now that you will imagine and know, we’ll be missing each other…
i fear the day that you will leave.
i am so sure, i will miss you like hell!
