I sort of wish he would ask about you, because part of me wants him to read this blog. The other half of me knows that I've already told him to much for my own good. He's so sweet though, I don't know what it would take to make him say goodbye. I'm very thankful for that, but I just can't seem to get use to it. I keep expecting to wake up one morning and him just be gone. I don't know why I think that way, I guess it's just me. I'm always afraid the things I love most are going to leave me. It's very strange, because nothing has ever really left me, just not been so prominent in my life. Hopefully it's something I'll grown out of.
All my love,
Elizabeth
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