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(This is Chloe...I stole Daltons seat, haha)Hiiiiiiiii!!! 
Glad you're doing better! I like getting news that you're okay. Still praying here for you, my friend.
Glad you're doing better! I like getting news that you're okay. Still praying here for you, my friend. Hello Thank you! I am still so tired, but I have hope for getting better. I am doing so good today, I was out of bed at 9. I texted Dalton and all he said was that he is sorry he missed it, but he says he will make good dinner tonight to celebrate me improving, haha. (He always makes good dinner)
Thank you! I am still so tired, but I have hope for getting better. I am doing so good today, I was out of bed at 9. I texted Dalton and all he said was that he is sorry he missed it, but he says he will make good dinner tonight to celebrate me improving, haha. (He always makes good dinner)I don't blame you for being tired. And it's good that he can cook; a lot of men refuse to. 
Christian can cook too, he says, and he'll make me dinner sometime. 
Christian can cook too, he says, and he'll make me dinner sometime. Oh he cooks very well. He loves to do it and is better than I am definitely.
Aw, that is so sweet!
Aw, that is so sweet!
Yeah, I bet Christian is a better chef than I am too. I don't cook much. Haha!
And yes, he is sweet. He's coming to visit me this summer he says; he just needs to review the time table his boss has so he can tell exactly when he'd be able to take off a couple of weeks. I'm so excited! And so is he! Last night we were talking/texting and we both admitted that we wished the other was with us; it was such agony for me, I started crying. To be deep in love and to be an ocean apart... it's overwhelmingly torturous. Some nights it gets so bad that I physically start to ache inside. Other times when I talk to him, I feel a musky-scented pillow-like presence beneath me and other feelings that are difficult even for me to describe, except for the word bliss. And yet, "bliss" seems like too small and inadequate a word to put to my emotions when I think about him while we text. There are times in which I think that I can't take much more of this, that I just want to jump in an airplane to England as a stowaway and... yeah...
Sorry for the long rant/reply; I guess I just needed to talk to another woman who I know understands what I'm feeling without any doubts.
And yes, he is sweet. He's coming to visit me this summer he says; he just needs to review the time table his boss has so he can tell exactly when he'd be able to take off a couple of weeks. I'm so excited! And so is he! Last night we were talking/texting and we both admitted that we wished the other was with us; it was such agony for me, I started crying. To be deep in love and to be an ocean apart... it's overwhelmingly torturous. Some nights it gets so bad that I physically start to ache inside. Other times when I talk to him, I feel a musky-scented pillow-like presence beneath me and other feelings that are difficult even for me to describe, except for the word bliss. And yet, "bliss" seems like too small and inadequate a word to put to my emotions when I think about him while we text. There are times in which I think that I can't take much more of this, that I just want to jump in an airplane to England as a stowaway and... yeah...
Sorry for the long rant/reply; I guess I just needed to talk to another woman who I know understands what I'm feeling without any doubts.
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