My groupmates will prolly stone me to death if they knew I was blogging amidst this mad-rush period. For the record, I have got one individual assignment due this Sunday, another due next Wednesday, group papers due this coming Thursday, next Thursday, and a website due in 2 weeks. I'm busier than Steve Jobs, I'd reckon. I bet that tech maestro doesn't sleep 3 to 4 hours a day, runs on caffeine, or reads research papers every day.
The ultimate victim? Time with Jack. I used to have him for 4 to 5 hours every school day last semester, a stark contrast from the maximum hour for lunch together this semester. Most people will lament that that's better than nothing, but I still ain't used to it. Sometimes I feel myself getting torn over spending time with him, and doing my assignments, and I hate myself for days for making either choice. Some things have, undeniably, changed because of the time we could afford with each other, but this episode is going to be one of those testing times in our relationship. We know none of us will let go; we'll just have to rough it out and attempt to stay sane. Every word, every hug and every kiss just meant more.
Though the kiss goodbyes are still unbearably painful.
I miss you.
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