After almost twenty weeks, I can safely say that she is finally coming home. *insert heart eyes emoticon* The past four months plus seemed to be the longest ever period of waiting. From sending her off at the airport to finally picking her up again in just another four days, we will finally be reunited again. It has only been a little over eight months that we have been together, and having her spend the bulk of it apart from me was entirely heartbreaking. Although we would text everyday and videocall almost every other night, it ultimately still isn't the same as having your most beloved one back by your side. You know the feeling is mutual when it pains you so much to see her cry when she's settling over in Melbourne, or when misunderstandings arise, or even just because she misses us too much. There have been tears, no doubt. But from now on, I will ensure that the tears that roll down her face are tears of joy, no less.
The past twenty weeks have taught us that separation is temporary, but understanding is eternal. Although she has missed the many milestones of my National Service stint, she is still the only support I could ever ask for. Our time zones are a couple of hours apart but she always makes sure that I go to sleep if I have a long day tomorrow, sometimes at the expense of her own rest. Even through video call, she still ensures that I drink enough water and eat my greens. Even in my grumpiest state, she still tells me I am cute to her. Decked out in my pyjamas and spectacles all ready for bed, she still tells me I look good. She knows when my eyes are red when I wear my contact lens for too long. She appreciates every little thing I do for her and her family. She always complains about her breakouts and pimples when we video call, attempting to show me every zit, but deep down inside, I know she is still the most beautiful. It pains me whenever she gets anxiety attacks and is unable to sleep at night, but yet there is not a single damn thing I could have done. She is always unwilling to hang up first, so we always end up jostling over who has to hang up every time. And she's so adorable whenever she forgot if it's her turn and I had to admit that it's me in the end.
She will be returning in four days, and I know it is for good this time.
Because baby, I am latching on to you.
Love,
Your potato
