When I thought of that particular sentence that he said, my eyes began to threaten with a cloud of tears but I immediately wiped that image out of my head.
“My things are all packed into boxes.”
This sentence sent a gust of wind on my face and then I realise, with a heavy heart that he is really moving away. He said he doesn’t want any goodbyes or sending away. But it felt like a goodbye. Like seriously, we will not be able to keep close in touch because he said that the internet connection over in Thailand is really slow. And the fact that he said “I’ll come back during Christmas…maybe. I’ll try.”
I have a feeling that he won’t be able to turn up for our annual barbeque session in August.
Dinner on Friday was lovely. We went to House of Sudanese at Great World. He was late…again. Joan was saying that now we know he is not the punctual kind of guy, we shouldn’t rush at all the next time. Then we thought sadly that there won’t be any next time for a long time.
We ate, talked and laughed for one and a half hour. Once a while we will looked at each other as he winked at me and we recalled our previous night’s one hour chat (the best chat i had for a very long time I have to add) on MSN…something about how he shouldn’t be disturbing me in September and October because of the Puasa and Raya month.
I am so attracted to him and might have just fallen for him and none of these should be happening. It should have never crossed my mind too. I think I should probably read back my last entry and get it permanently stuck in my head!
