The first (and only) girl I have ever kissed is "dying" to see me again. I want to touch her so badly it sometimes hurts. I want to whisk her away and just hide from the world for a few hours. I want everything to blur for a weekend. I can't deal with the harsh reality of my messy life right now.
333 days until Wedding Day
03.08.07
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