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For the first time in a while, I feel sick with worry. I don't want to lose her, she is, and I want her to continue to be, such an important part of my life. I'm just concerned that I haven't been living up to what that requires, and I just hope that I didn't realize it too late. I hope that I can find the right words, figure out the right plan, something, just whatever it takes to keep her as I have never been loved by anyone like I am loved by her. I go home tomorrow and hopefully will be able to see her the next day. Here's to hoping that I can make her as sure about us as I am right now.