Getting back to Cebu was the worst. On Tuesday, I was scheduled to work at one in the morning and it was hard to just get back on track with everything that happened last weekend was still fresh from memory.
I knew that I would somehow be cerebrally incapacitated. After that weekend? Who would be back in her natural state of mind?
I could still feel him, smell him, see him — remember him. He would constantly pop in my head for no reason. His arms. His smile and that dimple that crinkles in his left cheek. His laugh and booming voice. His clothes. His caps. His bald shiny head. I sound like a love sick puppy but it was the best feeling in the world.
He was sad. He missed me, he told me once. But it would be childish to think that the world will stop moving just because you wanted it to. There will always be that time, that opportunity. I saw grow up, hun, make mistakes, even fall in love. You know where to look for me. I’ll be the gent that saves the day when the time comes you’ll tire of all those.
Will I ever tire? Will I ever stop growing?
I don’t know when is the next time I am going to see him. He said he’ll come and get me but I can’t ask him when because he doesn’t know the answer which is sad. This is what this relationship is going to be for the next few months – anticipating, worrying, frustrating, doubting – but still happily engaging and fun and promising.
Till next time hunhun.