I'm simply a fool for ever hoping, or dreaming or believing in love. Who was I kidding? I look at Jake and Gretchen (my brother and his fiancee) and I wish, God how I wish to feel that kind of love. I want the chance to be scared, I want the chance to hurt, the chance to fall, the opportunity to have my heart ripped out by the person I'm madly in
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I worry about you so much.
when you get home..we need to talk. I have something important to tell you. I miss you!
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