I should be studying for my Art History but I'm here spilling my thoughts.
It hadn't occur to me that I could be so attached to someone, this feeling is just too overwhelming.
I'm behaving like a kid who cries at the gates at the kindergarden whenever Mummy and Daddy leaves for work, that kind of can't-bear-to-part feeling. Even though we've been through a similar experience when you were in Sydney one month back, even if this is just a one weekend long separation, I still feel sad. I'm sad we couldn't spend time together, I'm sad because I cannot see your face, I'm sad because I cannot get to hug you.
This isn't something I had expected myself to be going through few years back. I was that single "studious" girl trying hard not to fail all subjects in jc. I laughed at my close friends, told them they're just being silly feeling all down and not motivated when they miss their boyfriends who are in army. But now here I am, regurgitating how I felt this morning when you left for Malaysia. (Yeah it's only Malaysia -.-) I teared when the phone call ended.
Maybe that is why they say love changes people.
I've never felt so happy and blissful in my twenty years of life, nothing has made my heart beat so quickly but felt so peaceful and comfortable at the same time. You were the one who appeared and changed me into someone I never knew existed in me and I thank you for that. I miss you so much Adrian, so fucking much.