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Mar 2014
14
Fourteen days for you to arrive and I already feel like I'm going to black-out. My mind has been rambling on about what should I wear and how should I look but all I really want is to see you.

Fourteen days for you to arrive and it is so hard. I want your arms to be around me when it gets tough at night, but your night is my noon and my day is your night.

Fourteen days for you to start looking at me through something which is not Skype or any internet related object. Your eyes, meeting my eyes.

Just picture it.
It leaves me breathless.
Nicole
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Nicole  23/F/Peru
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