Our life as it was went through drastic change. We now need to include mask as our essential besides our wallet, phone and keys before we left the house.
Covid-19 got the whole world to it's knee, suddenly the world is again as big as it really is. People can no longer hop on the plane to visit the other side of the world whenever they feel like it. Instead of planning for holidays, we stared at the case number on daily basis hoping for miracle.
Malaysian government decided to stop us from going overseas beginning March 18th 2020, we can no longer look forward to spring in Japan, autumn in Spain, we can't even look forward to the deep blue sea on the island at the other side of the coast, our movement is now confined to the state we are in, sometimes the district we are in.
Being in a relationship requires work, but being in LDR during this pandemic pose a challenge that we did not foresee, so much more effort is required to maintain the relationship. While am not exactly counting the days but everyday I keep contemplating if I should attempt to apply to leave so I can visit R in USA, but I hate the idea of quarantine so much so that I have not done it till now. Perhaps R does not mind the quarantine as much as I do, but the idea of putting him through the quarantine seems unfair either, so status quo it is.
Some days is easier than the others, some days I feel so empty inside it hurts. Then I wonder if the heartache of the break up is perhaps less torturing than the idea of not knowing when we can see each other again.
