After getting out of touch for a couple of days, here I am again, in touch with the people I love, the nature that surrounds me and the things that makes me happy. The previous days has been so tedious, so challenging. Like I wanna give up. But giving up wont do me any good, so I'd rather fight for my right, fight for what's best for me.
I'm glad I've reconnected with my loved ones, especially him. Being away with him for only a couple of days feels like hell. I cant manage to do things on my own, cant focus on what needs to be done. He has become my entirety. What happened, might I say, was troublesome on my end. I didn't expect it would end up that way. I was left unaided, alone, helpless. I can hardly figure out what made it to end happen. Though its hard but I accepted the fact that absence and space are necessary for us to grow maturely, for us to realize our own mistakes. I kept myself in control. Never ever do anything as what he asked from me for it might worsen the situation. I never lose hope nor give up. I waited, patiently waited. The long wait was over and he made the first move. Everything was settled, mistakes were realized. Time to make up for the lost time.
This experience taught me the value of patience. I was like the agitated one. I never stop until I drop. I keep on pursuing even if it's telling me not to do so. I can barely wait for a long time. I realized absence really played an important part in a relationship. As they say, "Absence makes the heart grows fonder". Each one needs his or her own time to think, to ponder on things, to come up with a good judgement. It is only ourselves that is to blame whenever something's bad happen. We make the decision, we make the choice.