20 days have passed. . .

MAY 11, 2010

I still remember the day he was leaving. We both agreed to meet in our school. Then we begun walking around, and we sat in a park. There, we talked about anything under the sun, most especially assuming things that may happen when he's not around anymore. We had a good time talking about "us.

Then came the time, he had to leave. It was a 3-day travel to his hometown, and truly every second created a distance apart. I did my best to stay with him, at least through texting. I've prayed for his safe trip and thankful that he was. He told me he has experienced "lessons learned" situation during the trip, and I'm glad he made it through alive. I guess the best part was that he was enjoying it, together with his family, knowing that they are in God's good hands.

But the first night was hard. I cried, no matter how I forced myself not to.

I'm just holding on to the fact that I love him, and what I feel is real. That God will make a way for us to see each other again.

And the days passed by, I started realizing he's very far away, but just smiling. The days that keep us apart, keep me alive. And I'm looking forward, on that day, that we'll meet again.

After 20 days of constant texting and calling...Knowing he was doing okay, knowing he passed his math and english exams, and that he was enrolled in the course of education, knowing he was learning to do chores, knowing he was happy there, I finally made myself comfortable with the fact that my sweetheart is OK.

JUNE 1, 2010

I woke up, and called him. I thanked God because I was able to hear his voice, the loudest thing in my head. The day went by, by texting with him. He said, he'll spend the afternoon washing clothes. I was laughing at the thought of that. Then around 3:45 pm, I was off to see my dentist. After being treated, i drove to my school's tailoring and mom bought my PE shorts. While waiting, I called him. He said he's going to wash clothes later that afternoon, and then he asked me to hold on for he will ride a motor, going somewhere he didn't mention. He asked me not to end the call, so I didn't. In a short while, I heard a motor behind me. When I looked back, I was shocked and surprised to see him there standing and laughing. I then hugged him tight, feeling him, realizing it's not a dream. Happily, we went to meet mom, who was also as shocked as I am.
WE all went for a road trip to his home.

I don't know how to thank God, above all. For He never gave me a hint, or a feeling that my sweetheart is coming home; He took good care of him as he traveled back; He made me think, that He also surprised me. What an Amazing God we have, and I believe, He just wrote a tiny part of a beautiful love story He writes for the both of us.