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Three weeks to the day. Guess I have to restart the counter. Sundays are always difficult.
I said that I would wait. And I've waited for so long. But when does it turn from persistance to lunacy? I told myself that I'd wait only until she got back, but I broke down. I'm still waiting. It feels as though there's hope, but I've felt that before. But this time it seems as though it might be different. But this time I might just jump over the edge.