Friday, September 13, 2013

A note for the prince.

Hey prince. I've been waiting for your call all day. I've been sitting by my phone when it's charging, and bringing it with me even to the toilet when it's not. I really didn't want to miss such an important thing. But it seems like your call isn't coming anymore.

I've seen a tweet revolving around a mourning girlfriend who texts her other half every morning, every night, without fail, even after he had died. I feel that way now, just that you're not permanently gone. [sisey mengumpat, or whatever that my grandmother says that's supposedly equivalent to "touch wood"]

Still, I feel an equal sense of sadness. The last morning we had a Whatsapp conversation, we were rejoicing the knowledge that we've been together for eight months, longer than any of our previous relationships, respectively. Hooray!

And then you went to game, and I told you alright, as long as you don't forget me. That was the last time we caught the flying kiss from the emoji using our fist emoticon. I love how you called me using your house phone when you found out you were having connection problems, but still, I feel lonely.

Don't you worry, though. I've not been out loitering or exploring without your permission. Even when I had to go out, I told you. I've been updating you everyday, love. You have 83 messages waiting for you, and counting. Right now they're all just accompanied by one tick, and this continues making me sad.

I miss your voice already. It's grown latched onto me, thanks to the memories of your sudden frequent phone calls. I feel so much more blissful than I should, feeling over the moon whenever my phone rings and it's your house phone. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, in some sense? Perhaps.

Well, like I'd told you, I'm heading to Johore tonight. Less than three hours left until I depart. I'm just writing this in case we never got to talk before I cross the borders. I miss you so much. And I'm not being shameless but I know over there you're missing me just as much. I'm sorry I'm not able to call you.
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I have just received a call from the prince and his Internet will be down until Monday. Three cheers for five days without Internet. [and probably beyond] I wonder how he's going to survive. Probably about time that he starts reading the book I lent him eight months ago.

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