NF: Strangely okay.
Last night's party was great. Dirk introduced me to his friends and he has some really cool ones. I sense a potential buddy in one of them. I met his brother, who is very awesome. We chatted for half an hour, and I think it made him a little jealous.
Later we danced and one of the girls he knew from acting class came up to us. She also happens to be a former Miss Malaysia (ugh god knows how, and I swear I'm not being catty - not yet anyway). I thought she seemed nice enough at first until the hobag tried to be funny and offered to follow us home for a threesome. I was completely mortified. Dirk just looked at me.
Instinctively, I gave her the finger and told her to fuck off. She was rather embarrassed and tried to laugh like it was a joke. I told her, "No offence, but fuck off."
That night he kept waking to kiss me and a few times I thought I heard him sniffling. He definitely didn't sleep much. Once I could've sworn he was crying, so I asked if he wanted to talk about it. Then he went silent and still, probably hoping I'd think it was all in my head. I just let it be.
This afternoon I saw him off at the airport. It all happened so quickly. Bus ride, punctured tyre, lugging all his bags, check-in, next thing I knew it was time to say bye-bye. Of course, being the big idiot I am, I started crying. Expected. We kissed and he promised to return and write and all that usual shite. I watched him from the floor above and tried to snap a pic of him walking away. Unfortunately my friend's camera takes ages to focus and by the time the pic was taken, he'd gone.
OK, Now I feel really weird. No more Dirk. No more movie nights. No more holding hands, hugging, cuddling, kissing. Nothing. I can't even call him to hear his voice. Not for awhile anyway, and it won't be the same.
