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I had a dream last night.
There was a familiar, smiling face. Just a simple, innocent smile. It seemed to say, "You're so silly for thinking about me and worrying about me." As if to say, "Didn't you trust that I'd wait?" and "Come on, let's press forward with our lives...together."
I haven't known you long, but I already know that I want to be with you.
A week and a half left. I don't know what I'm holding my breath for, but it's killing me with anxiety and excitement all at once. Will you write? E-mail? IM? Call? Or just forget about me all together?
I'm not bold enough to make a simple, powerful statement, but in all honesty, I feel it churning inside the pit of my soul. Am I crazy for feeling that way? Do I feel you were here for a reason?
You'd probably think I were nuts or some crazy girl if you were reading this.
Off to finish making my homemade chicken soup that we're having for dinner tonight.
There was a familiar, smiling face. Just a simple, innocent smile. It seemed to say, "You're so silly for thinking about me and worrying about me." As if to say, "Didn't you trust that I'd wait?" and "Come on, let's press forward with our lives...together."
I haven't known you long, but I already know that I want to be with you.
A week and a half left. I don't know what I'm holding my breath for, but it's killing me with anxiety and excitement all at once. Will you write? E-mail? IM? Call? Or just forget about me all together?
I'm not bold enough to make a simple, powerful statement, but in all honesty, I feel it churning inside the pit of my soul. Am I crazy for feeling that way? Do I feel you were here for a reason?
You'd probably think I were nuts or some crazy girl if you were reading this.
Off to finish making my homemade chicken soup that we're having for dinner tonight.