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Sep 2013
I miss you so much that I can feel it driving me crazy.
I miss you so much that all I can think about is you.
It's hopeless.

It's gotten to the point where I will listen to you prattle on
About football over the phone, and not care or tell you I'm bored
Because I just want to hear your voice and feel your presence.

It's gotten to the point where I want to book a coach ticket
Then run into your embrace when I arrive at Glasgow station
Like in those cheesy romantic comedies we both hate.

When I feel the way I do about you
Everything I see is automatically filtered through
Until it reminds me of you.

I miss you so much and it pains me whenever I'm not with you.
I'm not usually one to express feelings of romance unless they're bitter or ******,
But ****, you bring out a side of me I didn't know existed.
If I were in Scotland, I would be so much happier. I miss Al.
Francesca
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Francesca  London
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