Boyfriend... I miss you. I want to see you.. I want to be held by you and kiss by you and hear you say you love me, and I know I'd argue back, that I surely love you more. I want you to be here so bad.... I feel like I'm an infant who have made up my mind that only a hug from boyfriend can keep me move on, so I lay on the floor banging it in the middle of the street and won't get up until you come, screaming "Boyfriendddd boyfriendd...Rahhhh!!!"
I miss you my boyfriend.
Here are some pictures of some flowers from Grace (our "mum" in US, who work in the International Office as a counselor)'s back yard. I went to visit her with Anila when I was still in Iowa before summer began.
I miss you my boyfriend. I love you.. You have absolutely no idea how much I love you my boyfriend. You will never understand... Boyfriend I love you. I love you I love you I love you (Boyfriend -"I'm glad I'm glad I'm glad I'm glad") I really do love you so much my potato headed boyfriend... I love you MORE. You mean soooo much to me, and I know I will never give up on you and there's no way I will stop loving you. Boyfriend... trust me on this one please... I do love you more. I love you more I love you more I love you more, Okay?
Believe me! Don't you dare to say no!
That should be us.
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