As I sit across from you in this airport I think about the man I knew this past week. Same black spikey hair, same earrings and sideburns. You are beautiful, just as he is. I wonder if he will forget my name as easily as you not knowing it. should I chalk it up to experience, or should I hold my sholders back and my head up and wait? A week and a half have passed. I can't believe that I heard your voice whispering for me, begging me to allow you to get in your car and drive 600 miles to see me and my life. I want to say yes, I want to tell you to pack your things and stay with me in my small apartment. I want to prepare amazing meals for you, or pick up your favorite Irish whiskey on my way home from work or school. You will be here in a month. February 9th. I wonder if I can wait...Birth sign: Not entered
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