counting days and words themselves, I'll wait
not want to read more or thinking about work as an introduction to the story that still do not. But I'm happy and now everything makes me laugh. I think about it, maybe more than I would. And I still do not get to meet him. I think that things come in right time, when they arrive and not before or since. That's how I content to wait and I remain confident that someday see him again, then once I decide to open a real conversation, not just exchanges of words in isolation. I was so stupid. I let an opportunity (and several others), but now I am ready to decide. I know things, basically, they're like you want it to be, come alone, but are conditioned by our own decisions.
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