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Jul 2014
He's the type of thought that makes me throw my hands up to my face and push my hair back in a sudden motion of hiding my smiles and delight.

I don't know if I give him the same thoughts but the butterflies in my stomach are raging and violent.
For the first time I don't feel empty.
Not anymore.
He fills me up in the best way..
Ruthie
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Ruthie  Dublin, Ireland
(Dublin, Ireland)   
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