At times like this, I cannot help but love my YY more. To me, he seems to put in extra efforts into maintaining us, i.e., our relationship. You see, I am here and he is there yet I feel like I know the minutest detail, like what color if tie he wore to work today. Well, not precisely that minute of a detail, but close enough. Before you begin to snicker and mutter about how much I am deceiving myself and ignorant of the evils of an 8,000miles-across-the-ocean-type-relationship, I have my own take on that.
Rewind 3.something years back, I was one of those people who you would have seen at the forefront of the “Movement Against Long Distance Relationships” (MALDR). When my cloth was cut for me by YY, I rescinded my membership to the movement, fast fast. It wasn’t like I necessarily wanted to, especially since I relocated only a few months after I had met YY. When we met, trust me, we both had different ambitions. I wanted to make some sales, and guy probably wanted to get some piece of the chocolaty-mousse-pie….yeah, that would be yours truly! Anyway, I digress and lie a little bit. I am pretty sure about what my ambition was at that time, can’t speak for him though. Needless to say, I made my sales alright but still stuck around. Why? Give me a guy who can engage me in a 5hour conversation (not centered on sex or how his life will be incomplete without me) and I will trip 200 times over. YY beat my imagination several times over, as far as that was concerned so yeah, I did trip over 200 times over.