It's been months. I lost count. I remember that third month that I realized how much I have really been in too deep with Kam. That childish me has unleashed its ugly truth in the relationship we have. I had become so freaking attached to him that weekdays were like torture to me. I dreaded for the weekends when I can see and be with him again. I have cried for the littlest reason and becomes so sad when he leaves. During the first two months, I never expected I can be like this. It is something I do not really want for us. I have been so independent and carefree most of my life. Never depended my happiness too much on anyone nor anything. It's kind of a shame that I had depended it now on someone else. Those days were really tough for me. They were like chains that were choking me, pinning me down, added to my ever growing anxiety.
