I have no clue how things are going to turn out. Of course, we determine to do our best, not only hoping. We comfort ourselves that things are going to be alright. Yet, as usual, I tend to be the ‘worrier’.
I hate
myself for being weak when it’s time to be tough. I hate myself to be so emotional
and I hate myself even more to make him worry.
I know it
best that we just need to get used to things, that we are now on 2 different islands and we are on our own. However,
I can’t help myself being so touchy every time that I remember those small
little things like eating rujak during the weekend, ‘accompanying’ him watching
motoGP (annoying him with the same question over and over again), touching back
of his head when he drove me around, him playing song with his guitar, OMG... now
I know how habit can torture us sometimes.
People
around me don’t help much, even my little nephew. He likes him so much,
sometimes he can call out “Shu shu” out of the blue. My niece asked me “Shu shu
ne?” OMG OMG OMG!
I can only
learn to live with that by keeping myself busy with work (overwhelming) and new
activities.
I miss you
much, Baby~