Lost. Empty. These are the two words that best described my feelings now. Having stayed with my Larling for 3 weeks, her departure this evening was difficult for me. I know it was difficult for her as well. 3 weeks of house chores together. 3 weekends of shopping and Koko Black drinking. 3 weeks of loving moments. I wished it could be longer. It can only remain a wish...
My nightmare was converted back to reality when she arrived on 23 April 2010. My world was back to reality on that day. My heart was thumping fast and hard every time I await her arrival. And when she came out from the gate, my heart stopped and reverted back to pumping blood. The holding of hands, the hugging and voices of each other. I am no longer in a nightmare. The arrival hall was a place of joy and happiness.
3 weeks together. We shared the house chores. We went to the market for weekly groceries. We went to Koko Black, her favorite cafe, 4 times in 3 weeks. We went to Il Dolce Freddo twice. We made desserts together. We went to Camberwell Rotary Flea Market. We went to the Arts Market. We went to Chadstone shopping mall. We went to Il Primo Posto for our 17th month anniversary. We went to the Art House, Meat Market for an arts exhibition. We went to Federal Square for the Buddha Day. I just wished we could have more time together...
Today was her departure day back to Singapore. It was hard for me to contain my sadness. But I have to be strong because I know my Larling is finding it doubly hard to leave me. The airport has became a place of sorrow at the departure hall. No doubt it was hard for me to see her walk past the departure gate, I know she will definitely be back in 6 months' time. I hope time passes fast for that day to come. And when that day comes, I will be expecting my family and my Larling at the arrival hall. And the next time at the departure hall, it will no longer be a sorrowful place...
