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Anticipation.
Two more days.
The day after tomorrow.
I can't wait, I can't wait.
I've prayed to God,
everyday,
for WEEKS.
Please, God.
PLEASE, God.
PLEASE, GOD.
I want to be, so bad.
I don't even know why.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I had a dream,
a good dream.
A dream that,
When I awoke,
I felt hopeful.
I want that. I want it.
God, Please, please.
Well, whatever happens,
happens. If It does happen,
it'll happen. If nothing happens,
then I had nothing to lose,
and everything to gain.
Like he says to me.
"When I saw you,
I decided I wanted you for myself.
I had nothing to lose,
if you didn't like me...
Everything to gain.
Thank God you like me."
And then he grins.
Hhh..I want to be with him
so bad. But I'm not going
to talk to him, today.
I'm just going to put him off
until Wednesday...
whatever happens,
I'll be first to know.
And whatever happens,
the answer he'll get will be
"yes."
Or is that too horrible?
Probably is. :/
Please, God.
Please, God.
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