On being grateful

I had the amazing-est time in Istanbul.. from waking up to Fajr azaan from the exquisite Blue Mosque to getting lost in the dainty little streets and missing the first half of our whirling dervishes performance.. oh, and being chased by the cutest kitty in Grand Bazaar! ^.^

Had even amazing heart to heart conversations with Joyce.. I was just thinking, isn't it funny how you can not see a person for ages and still understand where they're coming from and be comfortable to share things with them that you didn't think you had to share? I was also hesitant about sharing a room but it didn't once get weird or awkward.. She knows when to listen and always has the right things to say and also when to give you space.

So, an overall awesome pre-birthday getaway. 

I missed Aqib... and in a different way than how I do everyday just thinking about him. Maybe its being in a place and knowing, and I mean really knowing, who you would want by your side to share your life with ..and missing them not being there, you know..to hold their hand and stuff, to wrap your arms around them, to rest your head on their shoulder, to share first experiences with...

Hey, maybe one day we'll do a road trip across Europe...or east to west coast in the US..or take a trekking trip in Bali...... Really though, I mean, it doesn't even matter where, as long as he's with me.... we'll make it quite something together, that I know..

-lesigh- ....doesn't it feel like you're living a dream sometimes? As though, the difference between it from reality is so bleak that you don't realize when you transition in or out of it? ..He makes me so happy, sometimes I forget its real or it could be real or this is not a dream........ Heh, I talk about living a dream and yet I don't know anything more tangible than when he gives me the sweetest kisses on the phone. It only leaves room to imagine how tangible it really would be in person, right? =p