Sunday

Sundays are usually depressing. Because you know tomorrow is back to the rat race, one whole week of mental torture before we stagger to the weekends again. And today, I feel really really tired. Perhaps it was the heat in the air. Perhaps it was that I slept like 4 hours last night. Perhaps it was yesterday that I helped The Boyfriend in his shifting of house.

One more month to his departure from this island. And I think he really enjoys his stay of 3 years here. People always ask me so how? , and I always answer we will see. Frankly that answer was random, I have no idea what we will see, or should see. I act all nonchalant in front of people but the truth is that I don't know how to react. It is easy to promise each other things now, but when the situation changes, we might think differently. I think it is going to be tough road ahead for me but I am going to enjoy every minute of my time with him.

I will miss the way he irritatingly wassup me everyday.

I will miss the way he holds out his elbow for me to loop my arm.

I will miss plucking his white hairs.

I will miss hunting for food during the late nights with him.

I will miss his wiggly hair on his forearms.

I will miss the way he snaps at me when he thought that I am going to hurt myself.

I will miss doing tequila shots with him.

I will miss his reassurance that I am doing fine and I am the most courageous person on world.

I will miss all our indian and chinese jokes.














I am going to miss you. So very much.