The Countdown
The countdown has sort of begun. Its almost 6 weeks before she gets back and I can't wait for that to happen. The alternative is for me to fly up there to spend her last week there with her just before she flies back.The thought of me flying there is really tempting. A new city. Being able to visit other friends as well. The bed that she makes it sound so nice to sleep in. The lack of parental units. Then of course there's her and the ability to be with her in a foreign land alone. But we sort of agreed that I shouldnt be extravagant just to fly there to spend time with her since she's going to be back soon as well.
Maybe its 'cause that I'm older and I had come to terms with many things over the past couple of years. Somehow on hindsight one of the last things that Isabelle told me did subuconciously get stuck in my mind. I was always in my own bubble of a world and I never seemed to care enough about anything besides myself. Maybe it was those words that changed me. Maybe it was those words that made me single for so long searching for the one person that would make me get out of my own bubble and care enough about.
To me I have finally found the person that make me leave my own bubble world and care more than enough of. And to me that person is godsend in so many ways. 6 weeks before I get to see her. It doesn't seem that long. Even thought everything is smooth sailing for but there's still this fear in me that I might screw things up if I revert back into my bubble world and not see the obsticles that might be ahead of us.
6 weeks might be short but it's gonna be one hell of a 6 weeks 'cause I have caught the impatient bug from her.
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