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Wednesday, 1 October 2008 10:48 pm

Funny how you remain so intuned in my subconscience that when you appear in my dreams, it doesn't seem different from real life. In my dreams, I can touch you. In real life, I'm touched.
Thus the reason for confusion. Why can't I have both? One of life's cruel games? Two similarities, two dreams, two weeks. Too long.
Will it be the same when you're back? I'm apprehensive. Terrified. Worried. Petrified. Scared. Pained. Confusesd. Wanting. Needing.
"Distance maketh the heart grow fonder."
...

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Jayasri
Uni of Newcastle Communications (PR and Journalism) graduate!
Hopeless romantic
Voracious reader
Fascinated with airplanes, airports, helicopters (any vehicle in the sky- and vessels in the sea)
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