It's 12:52am on a Tuesday morning and I am munching away on a couple of Ferrero Rocher chocolates my boyfriend thoughtfully got for me whilst on his trip in Langkawi a few days ago, while listening to my "Midnight Musings" playlist on iTunes. Yes, I'm cliche-ly listening to my midnight playlist at midnight. Mainly because I enjoy listening to the simple melodic tunes of Chillwave at this ungodly hour.
Last night (since technically it is already Tuesday), I had dinner with my boyfriend for our 13 months of being together. I know, I missed out on blogging about my anniversary with him. But no worries, no harm done. The sweet boy planned on bringing me to a small place in Mont Kiara that specialised in steaks, but alas when we reached, it wasn't open. Poor boyfriend was gutted. But it's okay, cheered him up once we found another decent place to dine. It didn't really matter to me where we ate, it just mattered that I was with him.
It's been more than a year of being with my boyfriend, and I must say that my feelings for him have only grown stronger each day. We've been through much together.. he understand me and can practically read me like a book (though some parts of me are probably written in a language he doesn't understand). Though nonetheless, he's the best I've had and it just makes the thought of one day having to leave unbearable. With many of my close friends leaving once again to the United Kingdom, it does leave an empty space in my heart knowing that it would be several months until I see them again. It does leave me thinking, possibly one day I'll be the one on the other side of the gates. I have many predictions that I would be homesick as hell and probably fall into depression for a few weeks. How am I to handle that?
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