Waiting alone at the departure hall back to.Kuching. Time flies. Like whoosh! Really fast.
I still remember the day I checked in to depart to Perth; I remember the butterfly flutters I get when I see baby's yellow car waiting outside Perth International Airport; I remember the icey cold wind that blows through my hair that winter morning; I remember pinching his cheeks and dragging him out of bed every morning; I remember the heavenly taste of the juicy steak he cooked to satisfy my hunger; I remember our very own cosy cinema at home with hot chrysanthemum tea and Smiths' chips; I remember his every smile and movements that rings in my mind; I remember the tickling pokes he gives me which made me erupt in gales of laughter.
I miss him.
Frankly, I hate separation. It hurts so bad that tears would sting every time the sensation hit my button. A feeling so bad I couldn't think of ways to dislodge it. My heart has been compressed into a small lump of rock, but heavy as an anvil enough to choke at my throat.
But all these are necessary for us to meet again.
A long distance relationship is powerful. It shapes and moulds us into individuals that come to cherish one another more, to miss one another more. I would never give up. We have forever to spend with each other. :)
Till we meet again, I know that somewhere over the rainbow, you are there missing me too.
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