Dee and Dang Are Headed to the Beach for the Weekend.
This is my last weekend in Thailand; Monday, I fly to Seoul to begin my year teaching English there. Yes, this is hard. Dang and I are feeling the pain… deeply. I’m having to leave the love of my life behind.
I never understood until now in all of my 30 years what it means to truly be in love. It’s beyond words…. maybe that’s why we never tire of love stories, because each one gets a little closer to giving words to it. Even though, I can’t put love into words, I can offer glimpses. One such glimpse is the reality that even a couple of days away from your Love is torturous. Being from my Dang is more than I can bear.
It is more than I can bear, and, yet, I have to bear it. There is no choice for us, and, in that, there is another glimpse into what love is. Love is paradoxical. It is and it isn’t- both at the same time. This is what makes it beautiful and painful.
Rather than mope around in Bangkok this last weekend- wallowing in our pain- we are going to celebrate our last couple of days together with a relaxing trip to the sea. Maybe, for a couple of days, we can forget the encroaching day of dread.
I’m excited about this…. Just last night, we decided to take this trip. I so admire that Dang is up for such “fly by the seat of your pants” trips, for I really enjoy such trips….. so much fun. I think there will be many such trips for Dang and I, and Thailand is certainly the land to enjoy those sort of trips.
Dang, I’m looking forward to the weekend with you and the sea. I know we are going to have a great time just relaxing, talking, and gazing into each other’s eyes.
