YIPEE!

HE'S HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Desperation

So I couldn't help it. I called him on his cellphone. It costs him 2.29 per minute for me to call him in the philippines, 0.50 for him to send text messages, 0.10 for him when he receives text messages. I just jacked up his phone bill to a little over 200 dollars in addition to his regular rates. Hehehehe... What I do for love.

pagpupuyat

I'm up early this morning. Been packing his things for the last two days, creating a checklist for all the things he needs and making sure he has everything ready to go. His flight is at 11:20 this morning but with traffic and 405 in our path, I honestly don't know what time we would make it if we waited any longer. I miss him already. I feel so lonely. My bed mates will be my cats for the next few days. Good thing Lola, Nene, and Auntie are here to keep me company. But it's harder on my part because I see the things that remind me of him everyday. If there is one true test of faithful love, this must be one of them. I know that it's not like he's leaving for a long long time, but nonetheless, he's leaving, and that still triggers my depression. I fear many things and you never know what will happen, a plane crash, a hijacking, kidnapping, anything could happen. Well, at least he's not in Iraq like Bhoyette, but then again, he's still far away.

EDIT (9:35pm)//: I NOW HAVE SARS!!!!!
(Severe Absence of Romance and Sex!!)

He's leaving...

In two weeks I will be alone. No one to cuddle me to sleep, to kiss my forehead when I'm sad, to hold me when I'm cold, to listen when I'm talkative, to smile when I'm silly, to laugh when I'm silly, and to love whenever I want. This sucks...

*he's going to the PI