Tonight is my boyfriend and his family’s flight to US. Actually, they’ll passed by two other countries but basically they will stay in the US. Christmas, New Year and our eighth months, we will spent apart. 17 days countdown. I miss him already.
After all the things that has been said and done, I still found a way in my heart to forgive him. Love really is for fools. Love is blind. Above all, love conceals a multitude of sins. One last chance. I hope it’s worth it.
Pathology, Anatomy 1, Anatomy 3, Neurophysiology, Pharmacology. Crapology. Fuckology. *Insertwordhere*logy. = TOXIC ME. Though, it’s not all that bad. I am starting to enjoy being in the medical field. I love learning new things. To add to that, I love how most physiological facts are somehow interlink to reality about love and life.
My professor in anatomy once said,
“If there is no pericardial fluid, every heart beat would be painful…”
In physiology class, while studying pain physio… Dr. Matias said,
“Pain is good. It tells you when something is wrong. “
It sucks whenever you miss him and you can’t do anythings about it. You can’t text him because you’re afraid that you might do something to scare him away. He keeps giving you mixed signals so you’re not really sure where to put yourself. You days isn’t complete without seeing him. It just felt like something’s missing. That’s why I don’t want to get attached to anyone. I don’t want my happiness to be dependent on anyone else but myself. I like to believe that I am as strong as people think I am.