"Surrounded by a million people I still feel all alone."

The lyrics of Michael Buble's Home have never seem more appropriate than now. Don't get me wrong, i really appreciate my friends here in Malaysia, and a part of me's glad to be back with them all, but somehow, in the midst of all the people, i still feel like the most important one is missing, like i left a part of me back in NZ, and forgot to bring it over.

It's just, everything doesn't seem as pretty, the sun doesn't shine as bright nor the sky look as blue without her around. Or maybe i don't really notice that much because nothing seems as significant as the absence of her in my life, by my side, or just a few minutes away.

I'm not depressed or anything. I really am happy to be back among friends of old, but i desperately, dearly do miss her so much.