48
Counting down days and hours is not a new thing for me. I used to count down to when I’m going to see my Benny Hutagalung. For almost two years I counted down 14 days, 7 days, 3 days, tomorrow, 12 hours, 1 more hour, a few more minutes…
I can never forget the excitement of waiting at the arrival hall of Changi Airport. And I can never forget the sorrow at the departure hall… that’s when I had to count down from the start again.. 3 weeks, 2 weeks, 1 week…
Sucked. Counting down sucked.
I’ve started a new count down recently though. Now I’m down to 48 hours. 48 hours to some say the happiest day of my life. But for me, it’s 48 hours to never start a count down again.
It’s 48 hours to forever.
