In my shoes.
In 6 hours, B would be boarding the plane for his 12.5 hour flight to Singapore. Would he feel the jitters like I did enroute to Paris? Or would having his Essec mates around distract him from his nerves?
18 hours.
Still surreal, but I feel the excitement creeping in.
I'm very thankful for the friends who have talked me through this long distance relationship, especially Manwhore Nah, who dropped everything to be there with me tomorrow.
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