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Bordem owns my life. I'm only writing this 'cause I'm trying finish another one, which is the reason for my post.
I need a beta, my lovlies. Anyone interested? Email me at dakillercockroach@hotmail.com, or leave a comment if you are.
Helsinki is always cold in winter.
It's cold and silent beauty is something to be seen, but it always leaves you with an empty ache in your heart once you have. I'm used to it, though. So much so, that I hate leaving Helsinki. It's my home. I don't know what I'd do i f I couldn't look out my window and see delicate icicles hanging from a tree branch.
I love Helsinki.
He hates Helsinki.
He's always complaining that it's too cold and that his toes will fall off. He's used to sweet, warm West Chester, where you only get snow if you import it yourself. He always jokes that he wants the band to break into the US so we can tour there, so he doesn't always have to fly to Europe. But he only jokes, because he knows I don't like leaving my cold city.
So even though he hates Helsinki, he's salways calling me to tell me he's flying over on his next break, because he needs to see me, and that I better be waiting at the airport to give him a kiss hello.
I always am.
Because even though Helsinki is always cold in winter, it's always warmer when he's here.