September
November 2010
I wait for you, anxious to see your face. I stand and watch, looking for the first sign of your arrival. I finally see you, I take a second look to make sure you're really there. My pulse races and
I wait for you, anxious to see your face. I stand and watch, looking for the first sign of your arrival. I finally see you, I take a second look to make sure you're really there. My pulse races and
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