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Surprisingly, I didn’t know what to say when you called. All that I wanted to, just floated away and evaporated. All because you started talking, and didn’t stop. And everything you said made me want to cry, so I spent most of our conversation chewing back tears.
I can’t talk to you like this. I need time, like in Penang – we had loads then. I needed to talk and cry between intervals while you hold me. Just like our second beginning, remember? But we didn’t have time now, and I wasn’t going to waste it by going to pieces.
Strong… haha. I will try love, I will TRY.
I cried anyway. Even though you didnt want me to. Just a bit, honest.
Everything we’ve been through, (has it been just five months?) it’s like a crash course in understanding. It’s a beautiful morning, perfect. He’s comforting us, see?
If this were a book, this is the beginning of Chapter 3. 10.05a.m., 25th August 2009. The minute your plane takes off. I still don’t like your flight number.
I think we can really do this.
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