Tomorrow. 

Does that word frighten me? You bet it does. But I don't have a choice. Accept it. 

Tomorrow, he's going to walk through those gates and start a whole new chapter of his life as a NS man. 

Tomorrow, he's going to cease being a civilian becoming a member of the SAF, and I'll have to adapt to this new schedule. 

Tomorrow, he's not going to have much time to text me, call me, tweet, blog or facebook anymore. 

For you. 

I don't have to say much here. Most of which have been already said, because thank goodness I can speak to you easily without fearing that you'd get upset at me. Also, the letters which I've written will be just about the best things I can offer you while you're in there, and that hopefully these will sustain you till I next see you again, when you'll probably get a whole lot more letters, heh. Thanks for always being my bastion and my best friend, really. 

I promise I'll be okay. Please be okay for me too, alright? :)

Tata for now then, and see you soon:)