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I worry about my girl. I wish I knew she was happy. I wish she wasn't crying. I wish she wasn't confused. I just want her to know and understand how much I love her, how much I'm thinking about her, how much I truly want to be with her. Originally, we worried about me losing interest in her. That's not even within the realm of possibility now... I'm more interested in her than ever, really. I just want to pick up the phone and call her every chance I get. Sherif makes fun of me for it... but I can't help but to love my girl. And I do. Oh god, I do.
Wait for me. I'm coming home soon.
Wait for me. I'm coming home soon.