By this time next week, I would probably be unpacking my stuffs in an apartment room alien to me (My apologies to those who thought I've already left because of my apparently 'misleading' blog entry I published previously. Panaginip lang po 'yon. Hehehe.). While I'm on to that, my husband would be in flight (probably somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean) to Mexico City.
The wallowing is coming on to me again. Truth is, I will miss my Vincent. Call me cheesy, I don't care. As we were sorting out our stuffs yesterday, I was chanting, "It's just going to be three months. Time flies like a speeding twister..." over and over again. And then Vincent said, "It's just going to be twelve Mondays. One down next week, tapos eleven na lang!"
From now on, I'm going to count in twelve Mondays. The feeling has changed from melancholy to excitement! And so is this ticker. That's me chasing the plane!
The wallowing is coming on to me again. Truth is, I will miss my Vincent. Call me cheesy, I don't care. As we were sorting out our stuffs yesterday, I was chanting, "It's just going to be three months. Time flies like a speeding twister..." over and over again. And then Vincent said, "It's just going to be twelve Mondays. One down next week, tapos eleven na lang!"
From now on, I'm going to count in twelve Mondays. The feeling has changed from melancholy to excitement! And so is this ticker. That's me chasing the plane!
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