We were accidentally detached.

So, my dad called.
I was an emotional wreck when I was 15 and he called me from Kuantan, and I was an emotional wreck early this morning when he called me from Sarawak.

He didn't say much though, he was never the type to say much anyway. It was typical of him to forget what's supposed to happen on 21st July, and it was typical of him to make plans for me.
It was typical of me to agree to everything he said.
It was also typical for his work to come up in the conversation.
And it was really typical of me to not be able to say things I want to, directly to him.

When I heard his voice, I honestly felt like dislocating both my elbows so he would come over here and take care of me.
It turns out I miss him more than I let on.

I think it's because I've been too far from him for too long.



"I give and I give and I give and I give and I'm still,
lost and hurt and bone thin,
From the love that's been starved,
I know it got close but I'm sure it's too far."
- Angels and Airwaves.




But then again, I'm too tired with self pity and unsaid grudgy feelings, so
I'm just fine. We're fine now.




ika.

Current mood: stinky

Listening to: Do It For Me Now.