Strange to think that we’re still on the same island, but still seem so far apart. It’s been almost two weeks since we’ve last been together (physically), and the distance (and time) is unnerving. Hell, we live close enough on this tiny island. And yet, circumstances make it that it’s difficult to be able to see each other often. Mainly, he still has school, and my parents are a little iffy about me going out lately.
Video calls during the day have become frequent. Still the same time zone, so it’s not too much of a hassle. (The only complication would be whether or not my laptop decides to play nice, or when he has to change classes — like I said, still at school, the poor boy.) But I can’t help but wonder how it’ll be like when everything would change. In two months. It scares me, actually.
I’ll be in California, 5,803 miles away from this tiny island of Guam. Away from my family. Away from friends that are still here, either in their final few years of high school or staying for a year or two in college. Away from the ocean and beautiful sunsets and peaceful night skies. Away from Joseph.
I constantly wonder how it’ll be. It’s probably just my fears and anxieties working up again. It’s the end of May. Two months. Two months until the world I know will be left behind for something different, bigger, and somewhat terrifyingly shocking.
-breathes- We’ll be alright. That much, I know. If we could last 21 months (holy crap, it’s been that long already?), I know we can push it more and go further.
All in good time.
So close, yet so far.