/ It's been exactly nine weeks. 63 days. And to think, I used to complain when I hadn't seen him for 14 days. I miss you more than I can even put into words. Honestly.
/ Lord, let tonight be good.
/ I feel you in my bones, you're knockin' at my windows. You're slow to lettin' me go, and I know this feeling oh, so, this feeling in my bones.
/ And now the real work begins. I can do this!!!
/ Let's bring it back.
/ Cannot wait for summer.
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