It's wierd like that

Because I'm remembering the time when you can spare hours to chat about the most absurd topics with me. Funny how those 3 hours can make me forget you're there (and there is faaaar away believe me). And how it gives me a high, like those equivalent to a kiss, to making out then making love, laughing, falling asleep and waking up beside you, talking and being silent with you.

BEING. WITH. YOU.

Such a high. Even though I know it's just a matter of weeks, if I'm lucky, and then days, then hours, then minutes, and then good byes at the airport.

And then the silence during a very busy day,
silence in the middle of a traffic jammed road in a too-full jeepney under the 30 degree heat of the sun.
Silence.
Without you.
And gut wrenching loneliness at night.

And this is because I'll never get use to missing you.