Chapter 2
The next day I woke up and was instantly consumed with an empty feeling. I was missing something or rather someone. Looking over at the phone beneath my pillow, it suddenly hit me that it won't light up with a new 'good morning' message as it always does. I sat in my bed still, gazing at my phone for a while hoping I had some superpower to make it buzz with a new message. Or hoping I could teleport myself to Hong Kong through my phone.
I checked my phone a few times waiting for something to appear on my screen. But when nothing turned up, I threw it away and almost wanted to cry. No tears ran down my cheeks today because I was pretty sure my tear tank had become empty yesterday night. I had never cried like that in my life. I could feel the heaviness in my eyes and rubbing them only made them sting.
Somehow I picked myself up, suddenly realizing that I cannot live like this. I cannot live with this feeling of loss. And that feeling made Cameron even more important in my life.
I thought about it a lot in the afternoon, when I literally didn't have anything to do. Usually, my days would pass in a blur as I had become habitual of talking to him. But now I had absolutely nothing to do. It was like I didn't have a life before Cameron. I couldn't imagine a time when he wasn't there. My whole life seemed to revolve around him.
And, honestly, I didn't feel bad about it. For once, I didn't mind my life revolving around someone. It is a different feeling when you give so much control over your life to someone else. You know why they say love is blind? I think it's because blind people have to completely depend on someone else or a stick to function in life. More or else like being in love. To trust someone truly, deeply and madly.
And I think I was going blind as I was falling unconditionally in love with him every single day.
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When the sky turned from bright blue to dark purple I didn't notice. I was sitting in my room looking through his photos on facebook and every other social media. It served two purposes, I could see him smiling his beautiful smile and save the pictures for his birthday gift. I picked up some pictures of their family and his childhood from his father's profile too. My plan was to show how he grew from an infant to an adult in a video of pictures. The music playing in the background would be 'Night changes'. It had beautiful lyrics.
"We're only getting older baby, and I've been thinking about it lately. Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes.
Everything that you've ever dreamed of, disappearing when you wake up.
But there's nothing to be afraid of even when the night changes, it will never change me and you."
It was a perfect song given the situation we were in. With the stressful college life at the bay and him being gone out of country, signified the big changes that are happening so quickly. I wanted to tell him that we will survive through all those troubles together. Even if the world changes around us, we will never change.
I typed two lines from the song on each picture and arranged them according to the song and the age they displayed. There were almost thirty pictures. I had to sync the pictures according to the music and animate them so it took about four hours for me to complete it.
In the last slide I wrote 'Happy Birthday' and in the next one I wrote that I love him. He would be reading my heart's biggest confession in 46 bold italic and vermilion color. Now, I'm not one of those person who 'hopes' that they like my gift. I tend to know what the other person exactly wants. And I knew he would like it since it had the words he was craving to hear from me.
I saved it and shut my laptop, my eyes felt heavy from all the glaring on the screen. I slept better than yesterday as I was slowly slipping into the changes in my life.
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