9 Months!

Just 4 weeks, we will be together again. I have booked my flight last month to Philippines again.
Joy has a 6 months job contract and I don't want her to take many offs and she likes the job.
And I don't mind flying to there either.

Just 4 weeks, one month, 4 letters left. Can't wait. I was watching Godfather last night. I saw the part where Al Pacino will ask the permission of the girl's father if he can meet her and everything.
Well, ya, thats the other highlight of me flying there. I will be meeting her family. I am kind of nervous and excited. What they might think of me? Will they be annoyed of my age? My race/religion? Will they accept me/us? Ya, I know the whole, "Don't give a fuck what people think of you" but if  "the people" is someone important, then ya, it does matter. I would want to show her family that I am serious with Joy. I have no intention of cheating her or using her or doing any harm to her. I just want to be with her as much as she wants to be with me. Simply cause we love each other.

You know how they say, " A picture is worth a thousand words" ? I like to see Joyjoy's facebook pictures. Her world of family and friends. I want to be part of that world. This feeling of wanting to jump off from the chair, dive into the photo and experience the moment with her and her love ones. I might not understand what they are talking about but I sure will enjoy.

During my field camp, it was my first time after a long time feeling home sick. I miss my bed. I miss waking up in the morning with the sun shinning from the window next to my bed and it brightens my room. I would turn around towards the laptop and there she is on the other side of the screen sleeping peacefully. I miss drinking my coffee and just let the day slip by. Doing whatever I want, whenever I want in the comfort of my home. But the most of all, I miss my Joy. I miss spending time with her. Miss being with her when we first met. Miss holding her hands, smelling her hair, touching her face, wiping her tears off, licking all over her face and 'other parts'. Miss taking showers, cooking together, watching movies, walking around, talking, kissing, making love.. Gosh, just being with Joy, I miss that. Every night, I would look at the sky and see the stars and moon and think of her.

It's not easy but it's not impossible at the same time. Looking back and seeing how far we have come, compared to how much more we have to go, I just know that no matter what, being with her is just worth everything and more.

Ending on a happier note, One month, 4 weeks, 4 letters, 34 days, 1448 miles. That's all and we'll be together again.

P.S. Happy 9 Months, baby!!! I love you, Joy. Love you ever so much!