It has been exactly 28.2 hours since she left. That is 1692 minutes. Or 101520 seconds. Yet it feels like I've been missing her for years. At first I tried to drink the feeling away but it still remains despite the fact that 6 bottles in an hour wasn't a pretty thing. Then I thought - she can just visit here any time. So I made sure she did. We planned that she would come back on Friday(originally Wednesday but her older sister didn't permit me on such early date considering that she still has class). This instilled a sense of calm in my mind.
My joy is beyond measure, knowing that in a few days she will be back in my arms. We decided that this time, we would not waste time anymore whenever we are together. During her last visit, we would always not know where to go hence wasting the little time we have together.
One big issue I'd like to bring up is the fact that she might move back here to Bacolod. Although it made me happy hearing this, it also makes me sad knowing that the reason behind this dilemma is quite the tragic tale of which I can relate with. This made me daydream for a second though - seeing her dressed in a La Sallian uniform slowly walking down the hall in La Salle, her hair blowing back as she meets me at the end. But as good of a thought as it is, I know that this is highly improbable.
Where ever she may be, it really doesn't matter. All I know that a part of her will always be with me.
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