we are not butterflies

Yoko has gone back to Japan. It was heart wrentching to watch her striding towards the boarding temrinal, away from me and the world that we shared. I am glad though, that she's back with her family, in a place where she doesn't have to feel too self-concious about her language skills to speak to anyone. All of a sudden, my life returned to its previous tempo. Wake up, go to work, eat, sleep, rinse and repeat. Was the last two months but a fleeting dream that I've just awoken from? Or am I dreaming now, and when I wake up, she'll still be in my arms? I have no choice now but to look forward with my life, and embrace what the future will bring. Oh yeah, we decided to keep the relationship going despite the distance. So it really isn't as bad as it sounds.