Huzzy's leaving for the states in less than 24 hours from now. A bunch of us had sheysha and drinks together as a farewell thing. It's not much of a shocker if it weren't for the fact I had forgotten he was going to leave. He told me a few weeks, or was it a month, back.
It's definitely not going to be the same without him. I can hardly believe he's made his mind about it too. No more monkey fights with the rest of the kids. It's devastating.
I was sent home in his friends car. The friend's name is Zaid or something. I can't quite recall, I'm gonna have to ask him about it later (and get that boy's phone number for future reference too). It was all fine and dandy up until I had to get OUT of the car. Oh, the horror, I couldn't get myself out. He was the Knight in Shining Armour for that night (and on many other occasions) and literally lifted me out of the car and deposited me on the bench on my veranda. (with Zaid* following not far behind)
~<333 =D
Most of you know how phobic I am with people carrying me around anywhere. Bad memories et al, but well, I trust him enough and he didn't drop me so it's cool.
(Zaid's* a sweetheart too, such a nice guy)
He sent me a text saying that my perfume rubbed off on his shirt but he promised there was no questionable afterthought. I'm sure. After the many times his perfume rubbed off on my shirt, I swear part of the perfume making process includes the addition of pheromones. He always smells nice.
But no, there's nothing more than an intense adoration for him as, if one may say, a darling brother. I know that I won't be seeing him for the next 5 years unless I got lucky and struck a pot of gold with enough money for me to go visit. Instant messaging is always there but people lose touch quickly though they're not forgotten. I don't just want to be remembered, I want to be there for him of anything goes wrong. I'd love to be there and hear him brag about his achievements.
This is getting to be too long, emo much now... :(
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