After many weeks of counting down to this very day, the day that i dreaded most, it came eventually. And there he goes, to achieve his dream. Holy Diver that is. My love will only be back 3 months later. I had a teary saturday, from breakfast with him to movie, (we watched Transformers 2, he's dying to watch that!) and to part with him when I was in the cab on my way home (I had to get home to change for a wedding) and lastly when we still managed to sent him off at the airport. I merely was not able to make it to see him off but luckily I or rather we were just in time. just before he checked in. That hug, that kiss, that smile. I'm so gonna miss all of that. I stood there while he waved and waved back and us. For a moment, I couldn't really move. His bestfriend looked and me and said that "Don't worry, he'll be fine." I froze there while hot tears streamed down my cheeks continuously. For now I am feeling quite alright. The last cry was in the car when i remembered vividly when we held hands before he left.

This being my first long distance r/s, I am hoping that we are strong enough to get things going. But i have to admit one thing; i worry too much. maybe it's just me. i have always been worrying on even the most slightest things. We've pledged our love for each other and may God be with us to go through times like this. and keep our love strong no matter how far we are. They said it's all about trust and faith. I've got to believe in that. I have to.

Dear, I hope you'll have a safe flight.
I'm gonna wait for your text when you're safely landed in Tasmania.
I'm gonna wait for our webcam session.
I'm gonna wait for you.
I'll wait.

my diver bf, 4th from left with the 'peace' sign.