Sixteen weeks have come and gone. Sixteen weeks of missing home, family, friends, and my dog. Sixteen weeks of missing all those that i'm used to, all the food and drinks i enjoyed, and all the company i keep. Recently, attacks of home sick-ness have been slowly creeping during the silence of the night. When everything's quiet, when there is no more work to do, and when everyone back home is sleeping, I feel it so.
I keep regular contact with family and friends. But their virtual hugs and kisses just do not cut it anymore. I can't wait until I get home, honestly. There's this profound newfound respect that I now have towards OFWs and all those working abroad (either by choice or by circumstance).
And then there's him. I thought there was a break-through. That on one late night, I received a message asking if i'm still awake. because he wanted to talk. and after the usual how are you stuff, i found out what the call was about. he was having a major situation at work and the future. he needed someone to listen, maybe get ideas from, but basically just to talk and express all the negativity he has been feeling. I welcomed it, gladly. Happy that our conversations are not so limited. and we have these serious talks about life and career. so at 2 am, i was happy.
then the following day, zilch. nothing. nada. no message. i sent messages, no replies. so bam. this was the day i feared that may come. the first day i do not hear from him. I actually did not feel bad at all. like i saw it coming or maybe have prepared for it too much.
So the following day, i got the sorry message. and explained why he wasnt able to reply. and made kwento about his night, etc. But i dont know. From that day forward, the interest waned. I wasnt looking forward to his messages like before. I mean, I'd still reply. but the conversation continues the next day still.
Maybe he's drifting away. Maybe... I am drifting away. Wave after wave. I'm slowly drifting..
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I keep regular contact with family and friends. But their virtual hugs and kisses just do not cut it anymore. I can't wait until I get home, honestly. There's this profound newfound respect that I now have towards OFWs and all those working abroad (either by choice or by circumstance).
And then there's him. I thought there was a break-through. That on one late night, I received a message asking if i'm still awake. because he wanted to talk. and after the usual how are you stuff, i found out what the call was about. he was having a major situation at work and the future. he needed someone to listen, maybe get ideas from, but basically just to talk and express all the negativity he has been feeling. I welcomed it, gladly. Happy that our conversations are not so limited. and we have these serious talks about life and career. so at 2 am, i was happy.
then the following day, zilch. nothing. nada. no message. i sent messages, no replies. so bam. this was the day i feared that may come. the first day i do not hear from him. I actually did not feel bad at all. like i saw it coming or maybe have prepared for it too much.
So the following day, i got the sorry message. and explained why he wasnt able to reply. and made kwento about his night, etc. But i dont know. From that day forward, the interest waned. I wasnt looking forward to his messages like before. I mean, I'd still reply. but the conversation continues the next day still.
Maybe he's drifting away. Maybe... I am drifting away. Wave after wave. I'm slowly drifting..
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My face above the
water
And my feet can't touch the ground
Touch the ground, and it feels like
I can see the sands on the horizon
Every time you are not around
And my feet can't touch the ground
Touch the ground, and it feels like
I can see the sands on the horizon
Every time you are not around
I'm slowly drifting
away
Wave after wave, wave after wave
I'm slowly drifting
And it feels like I'm drowning
Pulling against the stream
Pulling against the wave
Wave after wave, wave after wave
I'm slowly drifting
And it feels like I'm drowning
Pulling against the stream
Pulling against the wave
