We’ve been fooling around with each other on video calls and chats, finding small moments of joy despite the distance. One day, he posted a video with the caption "I didn't knew," and ever since, I’ve been teasing him about it. God, his grammar can be hilarious at times, he always says "didn't knew" instead of "did not know," and every time he does, I can’t help but smile because he does it cutely. Whenever I correct him, he just lets out a loud laugh, makes goofy faces, and corrects himself in the silliest way. For some reason, I’ve always found that incredibly cute.
A few days ago, he received the parcel I sent through his friend just some Maggi, Koka, cheese, chogo, Shikhar, and Perls. The moment he saw it, his face lit up like a child’s. I could tell how much he missed eating Bhutanese food, especially the meals I used to cook for him. But above all, I know he definitely missed Shikhar. Seeing him so happy, even for just a moment, was everything. I will treasure that smile it reminded me of how little things can bring so much joy. I am also reminded how small things that we take for granted here would mean so much when you are in a foreign country.
He also got a haircut, which used to be such a rare event when he was here. But I have to admit, he looks even more handsome with it. Another good news he finally received his civil ID! That’s a huge relief because, until now, he and his friends had been roaming around without proper identification, which always made me nervous. Now, at least, they don’t have to stress about that anymore.
Lately, I’ve started sending him good morning messages every day, hoping that it will be the first thing he sees when he wakes up. I want him to start his day with a smile, knowing that someone is thinking about him from miles away. Even though I can't be there physically, I want him to feel my presence in the smallest ways.
On June 1st, he met some old as well as new friends, a good sign. I’ve always admired how easily he connects with people. He has this natural charm that makes forming friendships seem effortless. But that same day, we had our first fight since he left. He was out socializing, and we couldn’t chat like we usually do until late at night. I guess I was just frustrated and worried when he didn’t text me for so long. My emotions got the best of me, and I ended up snapping at him. Looking back, I feel bad for the outburst, I should have been more understanding.
I’ve been traveling as usual, keeping myself occupied with work. The Pride Party on June 30th kept me especially busy, and it was a great distraction.
Today marks another milestone his first day at his new job. Seeing him in his uniform fills me with pride. He has come so far, and I know he will do well. But I can’t help but worry. His new accommodation is in much worse condition than his previous one, he told me the beds were broken, and that alone makes me uneasy. What concerns me even more is that he has no Bhutanese people around where he is stationed. I just hope he will be okay, that he will adjust, and that he won’t feel too alone.
All I can do now is continue to support him from afar, remind him that I’m always here, keep our connection strong, and trust that time will make things easier for both of us.
Signing out,
Day 30 of Our LDR.
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