Today 9pm was Jotham's last book in into Tekong. Can't believe 8 weeks flew past so quickly and it's his POP next Saturday. I mean, weeks prior to his enlistment I was so scared and worried mainly because I kept thinking he's going to die in army or get injured. Seriously, newspaper reports of NS men having heart attacks and whatever nonsense isn't helping. Sigh, my stupid negative thoughts, I know.
Ok I shouldn't talk like it'll be a breeze from now on. It only gets tougher from here onwards. I'll be frank and say that it hasn't been easy at all, especially the first week when he enlisted and was confined. I was so emotional and weak that even I was annoyed at myself. But it got better as weeks went by. He kept reminding me to be strong, to be independent and I did. I guess I should be proud of myself.
His one week block leave is coming up soon and he is so eager to make plans with me. It makes me want to tear in thankfulness and cup his face to calm him down when this boy goes into a little frenzy trying to think of new places to bring me, new activities to do and trying his very best to make me happy every single day no matter how tired and drained out he is. Though he is what people would consider to be "unromantic" (cause I'm his first girlfriend, he would protest), he shows his affection in quiet gestures and acts and keeps me firmly rooted when I get all drama mama.
That was us last year in 2010 in our initial honeymoon stage where we spent most of our time skyping and talking to each other about pointless things for hours on end. We don't ever do that anymore because of army but he still calls me every night to talk before we sleep. Even if it's 20 minutes on a good day or just 2 minutes on nights when it's already lights out time just to tell me he loves me and to have a good day tomorrow. :')
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