Countdown

I wake up and look at my phone.  The screen lights up and illuminates the date.  27 Sept 05.  Fuck it, two more days.

It's been like this every morning.  Nevermind that Daz sees the instant sad look and does something really cute/adorable/distracting to take my mind off the fact that he is, leaving, in 7/6/5/4/3/2 days.  And I get really pissed with myself.  I've done this for 6 years.  Sometimes even gone off to work leaving him to find his way to the airport --a route that he knows well enough.  What makes this any different? 

Nothing.

It never gets any better.  It doesn't matter when it happens --the first year we got together, last year, this year, unmarried, married, at the airport or in the apartment.  It never does.  The one bright spot in my world right now is something that he says "this will be the last time we do this."

But, enough.

And I owe you guys wedding kwento pa, hehe :)

Next entry, promise. 

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