I figured these days that I'm not really the excellent-writer-for-all -seasons type. I can't write well when I'm happy, like I'm too sugar-filled to even excrete some of it into writing. I can't write when I'm feeling okay, it's not like there are good or really heavy times that people would be interested to read about. I can only write with a heartful of passion when I am so sad that there's no way I can contain it.
Today, I went to the spa with my family. Six hours that I thought I could relax and slightly forget about my yearning. I was hopeful that I could sweat my exhaustion in the sauna, sweep away the sadness with a body massage, then eat away the pain at the buffet room where everything looked scrumptious. But then it did not lessen the feeling more than one bit. As every minute I knew he would stop texting. The difficulty in breathing inside the sauna carried on until the time he had to turn of his phone and get ready for take-off.
For the first time in the history of our relationship, he will be away from me for this long. It's difficult when you're together every single day and as soon as you're apart you text each other every minute. Sometimes getting too attached really is bad. Enjoy your vacation, boyfriend.
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