Accustomed
It’s been so long, we’re finally halfway there.
In the meantime, my life has shifted from frustrated finals-mugging to post-exam laziness, before shit happened and now I’m about to be enslaved to Rag and $ for the next 2 and a half months.
I hope work will be fun when it actually starts, I’m feeling kind of stranded now waiting for the call because I just want to know for sure how things are going to fall into place.
But if all else fails, I can still look forward to you returning.
I’ve gotten so used to life without you but still quite excited to see how things will change (or stay the same) when you get back.
Yesterday I watched The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel and What To Expect When You’re Expecting, it’s been so long since I watched 2 movies in a day. It’s been forever since I last watched a movie with you. Haven’t been that sensitive to the “signs of you” that were like haunting me for the first 2 weeks. But yesterday it was pretty in-my-face when the movie’s ending soundtrack was Home.
But nowadays it’s no longer a wail my eyeballs out kind of missing, nor a time needs to fly kinda thing. More of knowing I’ll be happy when you’re back, but not discounting the present for all its worth.
And that ending to a strangely nice Sunday was like someone trying to tell me: though time has sort of changed things, I still miss you all the same.
Sometimes it’s harder.
