I went to Perth - for a holiday.

Having said that, let me start again, honestly this time.

I went to Perth, because I missed her so much. Back in March when the plan was conceived for me to visit her, I had the impression that we were still what we were - together but not quite. I've grown to be satisfied with that, and that satisfaction brought about fulfillment and contentment. Nothing about being unfair to me, I was contented.

Couple more months following that, things changed rapidly. We barely spoke. I did some really bad things, and she fell for someone else. Completely understandable, when two lonely souls in a foreign land with little else to find comfort in, seeking solace in one another seemed like perfect.

Everyday I waited impatiently for the day I would finally whisk myself off in a plane, 5 hours of limited seating space, for that one week of vindication. Months felt like centuries, weeks felt like decades, and days felt like years. If I were ever grateful for the phrase "Time waits for no man", this would be it. I knew that eventually my wait would be over, and I would be standing in front of my love very soon.

The moment did arrive when she greeted me at her door. A mixture of feelings swept through my body - deliverance, thrill, delight, longing and of course vindication, among others. She probably did not feel the same way as I did, but nothing else in the world mattered at that moment - I was there, and she was there. For a moment the cold was non-existent and I felt like I was enveloped in a bubble of warm love.

The week I spent there, time seemed to just flew by, and I partially put the blame on the short winter daylights. I was hopeless, as long as she was beside me. Every night when we had to part, it was unbearable, but still tolerable. I bade her goodnight, sat in my car in her driveway, and lamented the fact that she was so close, but yet so far. However, tolerable, because I knew that tomorrow I would see her again.

There were only this many tomorrow's and soon it was my last night. I checked out of my room, returned the rented car, and embarked on a long journey to her place. Travelling on the Perth transit was an experience itself, and it was the most windy day. Like a pilgrim embarking on an arduous journey I made my way to her place. 45 minutes of walk in the strong wind, asking many people for directions, and an hour's wait for the bus before another 15 minutes walk, I made it there.

The last 10 hours or so I spent in her room was perhaps the highlight of my trip. We just talked, laughed and sang duets. I tried to be strong, not to let my emotions get the better of me but it was difficult, heh.

And when the time has come to call a cab to get myself to the airport, the realisation of reality began to slowly creep back in to my head. That I would be leaving my love soon, leaving the dream I entered the moment I stepped into Perth. It's impossibly painful to see myself being driven away in the cab from her place, and how painful it would be, sitting at the airport, wishing I never had to leave, contemplating that maybe I shouldn't leave afterall.

"Don't be silly," she said.

The moment I reached home, I broke out into tears. It was unbearably painful thinking that just a few hours ago we were in each other's arms, but here now we're so far apart. Very far apart.

I love her so much, too much.