Continuation from last post....

He had said he would come over after work, but I already suspected he wouldn't due to the weather. When I was out sight seeing, he had called on the cell phone. He asked me if I was upset that he wasn't going to come see me, and although I was, I said I wasn't because I didn't want to force him. Instead, he said he would cancel his appointment for the next day to see me. He had noticed my behavior from his last visit and mentioned it to me. He told me he was sad leaving me.
The next evening he came by late, and it was awkward with everyone around. We just sat and spoke about whatever was on our minds. Then he was gone, like the wind. No hugs, no kisses, just a handshake.

The next day was his birthday and I had almost forgotten about it cause I was so busy, going out and what-not.
The next day came and he said he was coming as early as possible. We went to the mall, holding hands as we walked to and from. We walked around and joked about stupid little things. Before he left the apartment, my cousin took a picture of the two of us. I went with him down the elevator, hoping we'd get some time alone. It was our last time before I was leaving for home. We simply rode the elevator and when it stopped, we hugged and he took my hands in his and we looked into each others' eyes and said goodbye. As he closed the elevator door, every few seconds, he said bye again, and again till there was no more doorway left to look thru. The moment he was gone, my heart sank and the elevator ascended. I wanted to run and hide and never reappear.
Later that night I was too upset, I started crying and couldn't get myself to stop. We should have had a proper goodbye, hugs and kisses, holding each other. I knew I wasn't going to see him for a long time.  I called him when I knew he'd be home. He told me he wasn't good at goodbyes, and I told him that I hated them too much. He apologized for being in such a rush for getting home, but what was I supposed to say?
The next day came, my last one in his home country. I called him early in the morning as I hadn't been able to sleep well. We spoke for over an hour. Later on in the day I called him again, as well as in the evening, as time neared for my departure from this country of his. I called him one last time, before I left the apartment for good.
I was completely exhausted that when I sat down on the plane, I was gone like a light, even before it started moving towards the runway. When I had woken up, the lights were out in the plane and it began crying for how much I loved him dearly, cause I honestly do.

I still do, after almost a month of leaving that place...still. He doesn't have internet now, as there have been some problems with that. We talk on the phone when I can call him. We are still very much in love. Unfortunately he seems to get jealous or have problems with my male friends being physically close to me. I send pictures to him, and the last one I sent was with me hugging my friend from behind as he sat on a chair and he was holding my hands on his chest. So he got upset seeing that picture, but I don't know what to do. I feel bad that he feels that way and he says it has nothing to do with trust, so I don't know what it is that makes him feels so bad.

Well, other than that, everything is going well on the home front. I have been thinking of going back to visit again. Whether that is going to happen next year or the one after, I don't know. I was hoping of traveling  to another part of that country, after all there's still so much I'd like to see there.

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