27 hours and counting...

Stolen from BITE blog

[Please note: Attachment above has NO relation to the story below. Apologies in advance. I just figured a bit of Masuimi Max would add some sparkle to the page plus Christmas is just around the corner].

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It feels so surreal to know that in approximately 27 hours i will be standing at the arrival hall. There i'll be waiting for him to get off his 13 hour flight and then having to impatiently wait for him to take his suitcase off the baggage carousel.

I've imagined this moment over and over but actually watching it come to life is a whole different story. Will we be shy or will it be a huge homecoming moment? Trying to catch that initial reaction is priceless, it's that split moment that our eyes lock that we'll know whether the chemistry is as valid as i think it is.

The suspense is making my heart beat faster.

The more that i think about it the more it makes me nervous. Don't get me wrong, i'm absolutely over the moon that i'll be seeing my man. Perhaps we're both still wrapped in that honeymoon stage of lust. Needless to say 7 days is no indication of whether a confirmed future is on our hands but the past 3 months we've allowed it to take its course and as a result, we're being reunited. Not knowing what would become of us has somehow left an air of mystery to both of our lives.

Again, Good Things Happen in Threes.

This holiday is like a test to see whether we're durable. It's one thing dealing with our daily stresses, commitments and responsibilities on our own but it's another, when one has to share it with another being. It takes a lot of getting used to especially since i've been in Single Ville for quite some time but i'm ready to move on. Yes, we've agreed to take it one step at a time but i can't help but look at the bigger picture... there are so many factors to consider. But i THINK it can work out, in this case, Time will only tell. Yes i know it's cheesy but hey, nothin' wrong with a bit of cheese in ones' life, right?

Fortunately, we have this time to get to know one another.

And i do believe there are some things in life that require no spoken or written words. The simple touch of a hand can do wonders, a connection that's invisible to the naked eye. I guess that's where chemistry comes in.

It's the simple things that people often take for granted.

But we both agree there has always been a friendship, it started when we were 13. Naive to a certain degree and inexperienced because Life was only beginning. Our lives ran parallel when we moved countries and we eventually lost contact with one another. 14 years later, we still laugh and look at each other as if we're 13.

Perhaps both of our pasts somehow led us to meet again and it was a case of 'the right time and right place' syndrome.

They say one learns from their past and i make a conscious effort to look back onto mine to see what went wrong. Not so much scared that i might lose myself in the process since i believe it's through experience that one can fully appreciate a moment, be it good or bad but i am evolving and learning new things about myself that perhaps i never thought i could do.

There's so much Change going on both internally and externally.

In the meantime, some memories have disappeared whilst others have left deep scars. Communication is key in all relationships, more so in long-distance ones.

I like to think we're like a modern day fairytale rated both PG13 and X-rated depending on the season. An honest relationship laced with Drama, Suspense and Comedy. Our next episode is roughly 13 days long and as much as i'm trying to stay level-headed i know our farewell is always in the back of my head. This New Year countdown marks possibly something greater in both of our lives and perhaps an end to suffering. [Believe me, it's probably more drama than you think].

To all my silent readers: Happy holidays!

PS. Can you believe i've added a Relationships Label. Damn... who would have thought. I guess times are changing and i'm moving on... finally.