February 2011
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so it's 3:22 am...
I can’t sleep because I’m picking you up from the airport tomorrow for your mid-tour leave. My heart is racing and tears are flooding my eyes with happiness. I imagine the scene where I jump into your arms to be something out of a cheesy chick flick. Although, this is real life…and real love.
Promise to never let me go?
