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Now I know... What waiting means...

I used to look at my phone and 

read all your messages for me ...

Morning my Love!

I miss you Mucco...

How are you Sweetheart?

Did you had a great day Baby?

What did you have for lunch Honey?

All the sweetness I could read 

from you closing them with...

Sweetest dreams Dearest.

I love you Nutmeg!

Such words that could make my day.

Then one day...

Messages seldom come.

I now waits for messages to come.




Blinking curser is what I am looking now.

Curser by RuNe

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