I won't lie, it has felt like an eternal wait for this day to roll around since October 7th.
A lot has happened since then.
I came back to Mexico and re-adapted myself to being away from you.
I feel proud of our good communication and I thought I would see you again by Tuesday November 10th (since we were planning on going to our friend's wedding) but... oh boy.
Plans didn't exactly work out how we had envisioned, huh?
First, the fear of losing Google the cat took over (along with terrible allergies) and when things started looking like they would calm down, I had an accident and needed emergency eye surgery.
From there on out, recovery has been slow and a little painful, not to mention that every single day for the last week has been bad news upon more bad news.
I've lost track of how many times I've cried on the phone in the last month.
Be it out of fear, mourning, anger (at irresponsible people who still don't seem to take the pandemic situation in consideration at all) you have heard every words and tried to give me advice on how to deal wih these situations, and that is the best gift I could ever ask for.
We might not be able to attend the wedding together, but I am waiting and praying that our new plan checks out and that we will be able to see each other soon, if things are meant to work out.
One step at a time.
Thank you for being my best friend, advisor and companion through these very hard times.
I love you with all my heart.