Half a year!!
Time really does fly…
4 more days till it makes a month since he has gone, and amazingly, it has actually strengthened our relationship.
To be honest, one of the reason why I cried so much before he left was that I was scared.
I was scared the distance might bring a new, unknown side of him out, and our relationship would not survive.
I wasn’t getting all worked up because I was paranoid – that insight is from a past experience.
That guy turned out to be a fucktard asshole disappointment, and he was really wonderful to me during the beginning.
But, Jay is different.
He calls me every single day, even giving me a morning call every weekday to make sure I go to class.
He goes online, something which he doesn’t like doing, every day so that we can webcam.
He went back, and showed his parents and relatives the sweet little things we made for each other.
He showed me off to all his friends, even converting his best friend to become my full-time fan.
(Jay would say, “I miss Rei.” And his best friend would reply, “Me too.”)
He would say “I love you” at the end of every conversation, even though he doesn’t like saying them often. (He thinks if he says it once in a blue moon, it would mean more.)
He got his uncle and aunt to look after me and make sure I’m alright.
He even sent me a package with all the Korean goodies I love, and left a postcard telling me how much he misses me.
My cousin asked, “So is he the one? How do you know he’s the one?”
I know he’s the one because of everything that I had gone through.
Sometimes I ask God why, why did I have to go through all those relationships.
I would still love Jay just as much even if I didn’t meet all those bastards.
Then I realise, I would have loved him as much, but I wouldn’t be able to appreciate the little things couples tend to overlook.
Maybe this is the reason why our relationship is so strong.
I have seen and done things, and while they may not be something to brag about,
I have become a better person because of them.
I have met Jay because of them.
So I do not regret, though I wish I didn’t have to hurt so many people along the way.
Do I feel blessed? No.
To feel blessed is an understatement;
I am one with Earth, basking in this warm glow that’s mending my heart.
I am finally at peace with the world, the rat race of materialism long forgotten.
To smile genuinely, to laugh genuinely,
To have the courage to be myself,
Finally, I am afraid of death.
Happy 6 months anniversary, baby ♡ I love you, even though you’re 10623km far from me :)
