Seven more weeks. I don't wish to count down, but I'm subconsciously counting weeks. My heart's a mess and I suppose it's only normal, I just feel slightly torn. I am truly excited to go, to live my dreams, study what I've always wanted to and strive as hard as I can to be an outstanding dentist in God's name. Yet there is a part of me that can't bear to go simply cause I'll miss the people in my life to bits.
For one, I know I will miss my girlfriends and my whole cell. I will miss the convenience of picking up the phone and dialing my girlfriend's number, talk to her about the little agonising things that life has put in my way, think about life together and updating her about my life. I will miss the late night chats with a dear friend and the smiles he puts on my face. I will miss the afternoons where I hang out in Orchard, waiting for my twinnie for lunch and keeping her company at the Shu counter. I will miss waking up on a Sunday morning and driving down to church, having lunch with the cell and bonding with them. Needless to say, I will definitely be homesick. I will miss my family, the warmth of kinship and the joy of family time, I will miss my dearest boy too!!
I've been listening to Taylor Swift's album, Fearless, there are two songs that I love, You Belong to Me and Teardrops on my guitar. If you take a closer look at the lyrics, you'll realise that at some point in time, that has happened to you, in one way or another. Especially You Belong to Me, it's about a girl who is a guy's best friend and how she is perfect for him, yet the only thing is that he is taken by a seemingly hot girl, but one who is totally wrong for him.
Here's part of the lyrics:
"She wears high heels, I wear sneakers
She's cheer captain and I'm on the bleachers
Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find
That what you're looking for has been here the whole time
If you could see that I'm the one who understands you
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me
Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you not know?
Baby, you belong with me, you belong with me
Oh, I remember you driving to my house in the middle of the night
I'm the one who makes you laugh when you know you're 'bout to cry
And I know your favourite songs and you tell me 'bout your dreams
Think I know where you belong, think I know it's with me
Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?
Been here all along, so why can't you see?
You belong with me"
Life does seem to play a practical joke on us, don't you think? Sometimes you're just "the good friend" even though you think the person will be much happier when they are with you. Then you might find the right guy that seems perfect for you and yet it's the wrong time. Or the guy you thought you could spend the rest of your life with turns out to be the wrong guy. What happens then? I don't have an answer, as much as I wish for one.
When I find that guy who makes me laugh, where just the very thought of his voice and him puts a smile to my face, the guy who reads me like a book, looks beyond me and understands the very fundamentals that make me me. I hope when I find him, in God's time, he'll be ready for me just as I would be for him, all in Perfect timing.
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