Irony

Dear's found a job!

I should be happy. I AM happy! For him. He has been feeling pressured to get a full-time job and also to further studies.

Now, he's finally found a job that is not desk-bound, that brings him places, and that possibly uses his talents. What could be better?

This job brings dear away from me, though. First project? 2 months in the States. How will I endure 2 months with no one to hug and to hold, to love and be loved in return? If he's working, I'm sleeping. I can't contact him 'cos he wouldn't be able to reply. If I'm working, he's sleeping. I cannot and would not want him to wake in the middle of the night just to msn me.

Loss..

Ache..

Yearn..

Pine..

Our last breakfast together? At the amk hawker centre with darn nice longan and coconut drink. I cannot sleep over with dear anymore too, since he starts work earlier than me. I wouldn't want to leave the same time as him, and reach my work super early. It would be unfair to want him to sleep over with me instead.

Sigh.. 50 years, through thick and thin.

I love my cannibal.

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