loving. waiting. thirteen.

Through the lengthening shadows of time. my hand in yours, yours in mine. So familiar. So true. So forever.

Days ago, I thought November 13 would be a Friday. Everyone dreads Friday the 13th while I love it and always look forward for this certain day of the year. I love the number thirteen ever since Gab and I became a couple. But of course, our special day is every 13th of the month and every December is our anniversary. I love freaky Fridays that as every new year unfolds, I grab the calendar and look ahead for the certain month where Friday the 13th would fall. Weird.

My henna tatto on my back done by a classmate back in 2008

                                                                       

His henna tatto on his left chest done by his classmate in 2008

As everyone awaits for something bad to happen, I am very eager for something good to happen. Haha. So me. 

And today is November 13, 2010 and it's a Saturday: Our 59th month together= 4 years and 11 months of loving each other.

Yes, loving each other so much. A very special day yet we are not together. He is currently onboard, working as a seafarer and almost half way around the globe away from me. Harsh, very harsh. It's just barely 2 months since he's been away. Seven months to go. Oh lala.

I have a doctorate degree in waiting. This is the third time that he left for work with 9 months contract each time. I am forever waiting.

I will wait and wait til he comes home, every time. This is me, ever optimistic that each day that unfolds, our reunion becomes nearer.

We may be far from each other yet love is not lost because of the distance. Instead, we love more deeply and treasure each other more than anything in this world. 

"What distance takes away are the things I miss the most. "

Very true. I miss him every minute that we are not together. 

I miss him terribly but losing him is worse than hell. I'd rather miss him like this. I know he feels the same way. I know, I just know. I know him too well.

I am happy knowing that he loves me so dearly. That God loves us. That I am very lucky.

Everything is more than alright.

I can't wait to be in his loving arms again and be happier. 

I am waiting. Waiting to be near him. 

*PS: He called around 5:30am! I am very happy and surprised.  Hearing his voice 1st thing in the morning on our special day seems like he just gave me sweet butterfly kisses on my cheeks. :* We are ever sweet. 

HAPPY 4 YEARS AND 11 MONTHS TO US, LANGGA! I LOVE YOU, MORE THAN WORDS.