My boyfriend and I are exactly 7,385 miles apart. He’s in the Philippines while I’m here in L.A. We will be celebrating our 57th month anniversary on August 9 and we have 1,088 days (on the day I submitted this) before we see each other again.
I woke up to this message on my inbox. I was nagging him like crazy before I slept because he missed writing on our daily journal. I know I should have understood, considering he’s in his senior year in college and he has tons of requirements, assignments and projects. He still texts me generously and stays up with me on skype even when he’s sleepy. This is the English translation of what he wrote:
“I’m sorry if I’ve been so busy mhy. Sorry if I can’t do the little things anymore. I love you. You’re the only one for me. Our memories together are what I always carry with me every day. I miss those days when I finish my classes and feel energized knowing I’d get to see you again at the end of the day. Now, it’s so empty. I miss you. Very. I want to go where you are. I want to be with you.”