Did some driving today using Dear's car. Initially quite a frightful experience I must say. I wasn't that concerned about myself, but more about whether I'm being a hindrance to those around me, the safety of Dear and his car.

Dear's not staying overnight tonight, making the night a lot quieter and depressing. In fact, the depressing mood started even before dinner. Was hoping to at least spend the evening happily by dining at a romantic, yet not-too-formal/somewhat al fresco type of place, but things didn't go as well as how I wished for it to be.

Saddens me to know that my wedding is still quite a long time away. Am seriously dreading the fact of being separated from Dear. Wish we could just return to a "common home" every night.