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The Final Countdooooooowwwwnnnn….tinininiiin…tininitintin… tinininiiiinnn…tininintintin…..Christ! could this get any cheesier? the damn song is stuck in my head. no thanks to my dear "future-"father"-in-law" who exclaimed the song to me after seeing me and remembering—hey! yer bf’s coming home soon! like i didn’t know…and like i was’nt counting.

truth is, im just hoping….im not particularly sure he’s going to be home anytime soon. keep telling myself not to hope for september being the soonest–but honestly, i cant help but do just that.

i miss him. it’s been almost a year. nuff said…right?

there are three things you wouldn’t want to do in this lifetime–die, pay your taxes and wait—more like long for someone.

waiting sucks! the adjustments, the fights, the frustration of wanting to touch–to feel, and not being able to do so. the sleepless nights, the worries, the exhaustion due to wanting to keep yourself busy.

It is physically, emotionally, mentally–not to mention financially, draining.

Thank God for our strong foundations.

it wasn’t easy. waiting all this time. and i could just imagine how much harder it is for him—the one who left. still…it was kind of good for us. made us stronger, wiser, more mature. it made us think of what we really want in this life. made us strip off all the immaturities, the petty quarrels, the small buttons…

but as time closes in…it seems to drag even slower than before. piling up your workschedule doesn’t seem to be enough. the minutes seem hours…the hours seem days. i have developed the nasty habit of looking at my watch almost all the time. asking myself—is the day never going to be over?

things also become crazier. the quarrels more petty as we become more and more aware of how much longer we’re going to have to wait. patience gets easily snapped. the words sharper, the voices less endearing and becoming more impatient with every conversation.

no its not a falling out. it’s the excitement. the frustration of being so near yet so far. It’s wanting time to go faster. It’s the hoping and the possibility that it might not happen anytime soon…

the final countdown…