All I had was 8mins.

We haven’t been talking much on the phone lately, heck, we barely even text through the day now. Sometimes, I feel like just saying fuck-it! I’m getting tired of hoping to talk to him when I can be talking to someone else. I’m kinna getting tired of hoping to hear his voice but gets nothing because he gets caught up with his work.

Yesterday he said he’ll start studying for his military entry exam, which means even less time to speak to me. I feel like its better off to just fully stop talking but everytime I start thinking that, that’s when he’ll call. Just like tonight, I was feeling all blah and that’s when he called…our 8mins phone call.

He called to ask how my day was, then told me the things he still have to do. Within those 8mins, I was reminded why all this is worth it. He is worth it.