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Here I sit crying.
And crying.
And crying some more.
Staring at the phone.
Waiting for it to vibrate.
Saying txt message from him.
Im desperate to hear his voice.
To hear him say he loves me.
Im desperate for him to txt me.
To know hes ok.
Im thinking of the worst possiable reasons.
For why he isnt txting me back.
I keep telling myself.
Hes ok but what if he isnt?
This is not good for me.
But i chose too stay with him.
Worrying about him all night.
Not being able to sleep or breathe.
Then i get that txt "I love you babe"."im sorry my fone died but im ok".
Finally i get a sigh of relief.
Tears of joy start rolling down my face.
Im happy for once.
Only for the moment though.