Long-distance relationship.

I'm the last person you would expect to plunge into a long-distance relationship, because of how little confidence I have for it and for myself. In exactly a month, J will be leaving for London and a few short months later, I'll be in Australia. My heart sinks every single time I think about it, but like I have told my friends...I will give it a shot.

I will try, because I love him. I cannot imagine having to give him up without even trying my best. He is truly the best thing that has happened to me (':

He would wash and blow-dry my hair for me, because he knows how tedious I find it.
He would spend days designing and sewing dresses and cardigans for me, because I always complain that I'm running out of clothes to wear.
He would always cook when I spend the day at his place, because I'm too lazy to head out.
He would memorize my nail polish collection so that he doesn't buy the same bottle for me when he heads over to US.
He would tell his grandmother in Cantonese that I am the only girl for him and that he wishes to be the only boy for me.
He would remove my make-up for me so that I can fall asleep without worry.
He would always get me something whenever he goes out of country, just to remind me that he never stops thinking about me.
He would eat fish for me, even though he hates it more than anything.
He would give me the fluffier pillow so that I don't get headaches in the morning.
He would watch the same movie with me over and over again.
He would kiss me at the temple, whisper "sweet dreams", and hold my hand right before we fall asleep together.

I keep thinking of the things we would miss out on when we become so far apart, but I almost forgot that I am not in love with the things we do, or how we spend time with each other. I am in love with him; he makes me feel the way I do, and that doesn't change even if we are not by each others' side...