(Still my favourite picture of him)
2 years ago... I heard stories more stories about how tough going through this phase would be. Some say it's really long.. some say it's nothing much.. while some.. decide to drop out halfway.
I didn't had too much in mind, just take it as it is. (though I have to admit I had my own over-thinking and worries but I'm blessed with my friends whom made everything better)
From the day he left early in the morning till he became botak, I was still in a little disbelief that... Hey, 2 years starts now. I still remember those days where texting became a luxury and when his training ended late and he couldn't even call. Calling me became a bonus.
People used to tell me, "9pm must standby and wait for call" I thought I wouldn't do it but well, I did. Though it didn't lasted too long soon after 3 months was up and I was there with his parents and friends to watch him pass out.
Soon, he was in his unit and it means counting down to I-don't-know-exactly-know-many-months started. I was lucky because he got posted somewhere near my place. So nights out were beneficial for us.
Day by day.. month by month.. Friday, Sunday, Friday, Sunday.. it all became a routine.
Suddenly, he had to go overseas.
It was probably the longest ever we've been apart and each trip takes him further away. Probably add up together, you'd have a good 2 months of overseas.
Though it wasn't too hard because of internet and whatsapp but it wasn't exactly a breeze too.
And today, on this date, suddenly you got back what you lost for the past 2 years. I'm a little lost because it means we're into another phase of our lives. I don't know what lies ahead of us... but we're probably make it right.
Congratulations, 10 years starts now.
Oh, and just in case you forgot how you looked like 2 years ago, here's a reminder.