I'm in love...

... again.

... until next argument and I start calling him names again.

Motorway


Well, obviously, I survived last weekend in Pattaya.

Getting there



I arrived in Wonderland on Saturday afternoon. Relaxed. And met up with Ian later that evening. We went to The Blues Factory. Too bad, Lam Morrison (Guitar King) wasn't playing that night. But the other band was very good too.

The next day, I felt strangely lonely. So, I decided to stay another night there. I went to The Blues Factory again. No more disappointment. Lam Morrison was playing. I really did enjoy his music. He hasn't been called Guitar King for nothing, my friends.

I had a chat with him after work. Man, was I ever excited.

Now there is one thing I don't like when I have had a bit too much to drink.

I will turn red. I mean, too many red spots on my chest and my back. Very awful.

Oh well, not too big of a deal.

The next day, I thought I would get up early and drive straight to work. Bad news, my period fucked me up completely. Only 12 hours, and the pain was killing me. I just couldn't get out of the bed. Let alone drive for 2 hours. Hours later, I had to check out. Good enough that I felt a little better.

When I was heading back to Bangkok, I thought I would give Chris a call. He didn't make it to Pattaya. I knew why, so I didn't give him grief. Anyway, I wanted to just chat with him. The conversation went very well and we had a very nice chat (freaky enough at this stage). I asked him if we could meet up as I would have to drive past his area anyway. He told me he would get back to me in half an hour.

And he did (getting pretty freaky now).

And he said we could meet up (Okay, this's way too freaky, mate).

Last time I saw him was early of October last year. Think about it. I'd been totally convinced that all the affection, love and everything was out of the window ages ago.

So, we met up. We took quite some time (and some beers) to be totally comfortable with each other again. We had a really great time together. So, all loved up again.

Obviously, we are two hopeless romantics.

When he said "Oh honey, you are so beautiful. You are wonderful. I love you so much.", I would say "You are so full of shit." He then said "You're very romantic, baby" and we held each other tight.

He opened up a bit and talked about our major problem. I didn't want to go there, honest. It's just simply painful. It hurt me so much. Now, thinking back about what he said to me, I've had tears running down my face. Well, at least, I know he still loves me.

We stayed the night in town. I kept waking up all night though. Everytime he moved. Everytime he went to the bathroom. I would wake up and see if he was coming back to sleep. I was so scared he would disappear if I fell asleep.

How sad is that?

But he never did. He was with me all night.

We had breakfast together. The four-lettered magic word was still there. He loves me.

He rang me up a while later - after I'd left for work - to make sure I was all right there. And he promised he would try his very best to make it to another party on Friday with me.

Oh we're all loved up again.

Now why have I felt this pain inside me?