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It hasn't even been three days since your lips touched me last. Something about the way we speak and they way you've embedded yourself inside of my head       probing through my thoughts gives me hope. This could be the start of something beautiful. I never thought that I would be the girl waiting for a boy for return from college. It takes too much strength, and wouldn't be worth it, I thought. Yet I didn't think twice. I plunged into this without a blink. Why wouldn't I want to wait twenty three days for someone I've pined after for years? CVT
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
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It hasn't even been three days since your lips touched me last. Something about the way we speak and they way you've embedded yourself inside of my head       probing through my thoughts gives me hope. This could be the start of something beautiful. I never thought that I would be the girl waiting for a boy for return from college. It takes too much strength, and wouldn't be worth it, I thought. Yet I didn't think twice. I plunged into this without a blink. Why wouldn't I want to wait twenty three days for someone I've pined after for years? CVT
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
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