I woke up in the morning feeling really happy and excited as I thought it was already Saturday morning. I thought that I could finally meet dardar. This was because I have night shifts on Fridays. Obviously I woke up thinking it was Saturday. Then reality hit me. It was still Wednesday morning! Total devastation. I realize how much I really miss my love. The 2 weeks of separation is probably the longest we have ever been apart.
Every single day I never stopped thinking about him. Whenever I see the mist I think about him. Dardar loves being in the mist and it is always misty here in the morning.
Whenever I cook I also think my love. Reminds me how he always say he wanna cook for me to eat but ends up both of us cooking together.
Whenever I eat mangoes I would think of him. He always says that he likes bananas but wants to eat my mangoes. hmph...
That and so many more whenevers.