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Mar 2018
He's different.

I miss him so much.

I haven't seen him in 3 years, yet his name makes me giggle like a schoolyard girl.

I get to talk to him once a week, but the rest my soul aches without him.

Anytime he sends a picture my heart does a little twirl.



He's different

I'm honestly not sure what it is about him.

He always knows what to say to make me smile.

He's so smart its incredible to watch him work.

Yet he isn't afraid to get his hands ***** once in a while.



He's different

He doesn't always have to be the center of attention.

He knows which silent look will comfort me the most.

He might be lean, but he gives prize-winning hugs.

No matter the things he's accomplished, he's never one to boast.



I don't know what it is,

but that boy is different.
Eliza Hale
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Eliza Hale  18/F/Lenexa, KS
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