That hits very close to home to me as well. She's only been gone two days... and she hasn't even quite told me she loves me.
I got all drunk and maudlin and e-mailed her half an hour before her flight left. I checked my e-mail seven times yesterday. She even told me that the last time she was in her hometown it took her a week and a half to find a computer with the internet hookup. It even gets worse. Or better. But on the whole I get to lump them all in as worse. There comes the bits I can't talk about. I'm suprised I'm still alive.
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She's only been gone two days...
and she hasn't even quite told me she loves me.
I got all drunk and maudlin and e-mailed her half an hour before her flight left.
I checked my e-mail seven times yesterday.
She even told me that the last time she was in her hometown it took her a week and a half to find a computer with the internet hookup.
It even gets worse. Or better.
But on the whole I get to lump them all in as worse.
There comes the bits I can't talk about.
I'm suprised I'm still alive.
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love is hard, most of the time.
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