608 days

8:24 AM

To be more specific and I quote <3baby on this, "it really is 608 days of being together, or 21 months!". 608 days of togetherness is a momentous occasion right? So we made plans- plans of having a simple dinner of pasta and maybe a little something sweet after. We both rushed home from school/work. We both forgot the tomatoes:P (how creepy was that?!). We both cooked and then sat down to eat- but no, not in a table with flowers, place settings and candles- but in in front of the computer table. Why, you ask?! Because we are currently 8,000 heartbreaking miles apart and the only way we can see and talk to each other is via skype and webcam.<3baby is in danged down under and I am here. Does it suck?Here is my answer: There are times when I cannot help but sob and hate skype with a passion. There are times when I've gotten so sick of it that I want to do nothing more than just hurl my computer across the room (as if I have the strength/guts to actually do it dba? :P)But I cannot help but be grateful too-when I see my <3baby's smile, or witness how tight he hugs sampillow, or hear his everyday funny stories, or the hopeful way he blabbers on about his dreams for our future. I laugh and semi-melt slash want to cover my ears when he belts out those cheesy love songs that he dedicates for me (last night was no exception), but anyway...

So we ate, and unburdened each other with stories of how our day went. And we laughed, and cried. And argued a little, and then made up. 608 days more or less like this. And 608 days i wouldn't have spent with anyone else. I love you <3baby. Happy 21st!

Digressing: Some news made me sad yesterday. A good office friend F, sort of announced that he and the gf had gone splitsville. The gf is in Spain with their son, and the split would mean that little F would never be back here again. F would have to go to Spain to see him. I miss little F already and I want him baaaaacccckkkkk. Sigh. Are all ldrs bound for failure? They have a son and they didn't want to work it out? What are my chances then? Sigh. These thoughts are making me depressed...Feel better F. Good thoughts and karma for you and little F.

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