He's set a date

But not that kind of date.

30th of January 2007. A Tuesday. Don't know why on earth he picked a Tuesday. Maybe it's good in a way, cos I won't have too much time to miss him. I can imagine coming to work with swollen eyes on the Wednesday. It's become clearer as it gets closer. Tried as hard as I could to make time goes slower. Seems like it's doing the opposite since I enjoy my time spent with him even more.

Keep telling myself that change can be good. It can make something good better. Hopefully. Or only a teeny tiny bit will change. Possibly.

I'm scared of change. I think of change and immediately I'll go away with my tail between my legs. But nothing will ever remain the same. Who knows, that might be a start of something more beautiful.

Amen.