*Adapting to Love*: Parting is such sweet sorrow

It seems that my love life revolves around certain key dates... September 11, October 14 and now December 14.

December 14, the day I bid farewell to my Wildfire Princess. However the circumstances of this farewell is so different from September 11. She was leaving to Dubai as she managed to secure a job with Emirates Airlines as a cabin crew, and with that parting, I realise now what the bard meant by parting is such sweet sorrow.

She is leaving to Dubai for the righ reasons, she is young, ambitious and have goals in life that the job would help her fulfil... That is the sweet part, knowing that it was the right decision for her as an individual. Throughout her interview, I was always there for her (At least I hope I was, encouraging her to go for it and preparing her for it). It was an undenialable that I was extremely proud of her when she got the offer, and it was a hectic time for her to prepare to uproot and leave.

Nothing prepared me for the sorrow of her leaving though. It has been a month since I held her in my arms, it has been a month since our fingers interwined like lovers could, it has been a month since I felt her heartbeat beneath her skin...

It took a long time for me to compose this, and my thoughts are still jumbled. I guess the point of this posting is to say that it was the right decision for her to accept the job, and I will do all I can to prevent us from sharing the same faith as the Bard's most famous and tragic couple.

Hopefully my thoughts will be more coherent in my next posting.