got a phone call from sotaro's mum on sat, after church hokkien service... his paternal side grandma had her last breath.. so, they planned to go japan on that night.. i was so taken away and didnt know how to respond.. i didnt know how to let go, i didnt know how to feel...
my hp died on my way home.. low batt.. i was worried any calls might come and they might be flying off anytime, if there's vacancies.. as i reached sk mrt, i stepped out of the mall and walked quickly towards home.. it wasnt long when i realized i was running, or rather sprinting home.. i really have no idea why it took my legs to run so quickly, i am just in a lost state.. i ran, and ran just to reach home soon enough to charge my hp and receive any news..
oh well, they were really going off on that day.. i got my father to send them to the airport..
i really appreciate every second there because it would be a week till i see him again.. i was so hoping... ... ... nah.. that time dont pass so quickly..
ya, i may be smiling but no, not on the inside..
it was past midnight when they stepped..
now i'm lost.. lonely? i don know.. but something is really missing.. no, i didnt cry, not on the outside.. he had my cross, the cross i used to wear since, ya.. and i had it around his neck before he went on inside the airport..
help me t control my emotions
and guard my heart.
i HATE being hurt.