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here I am. 3 in the morning. reading text messages from him and closest friends, text messages i received within my last 10days in Malaysia before I fly to the states.

they made me cry and laugh at the same time. i might not have loads of people who love me and take me for who i am, but they made me feel appreciated to be me. and to know that there are people who wait for me to come back home is a very special feeling.

reading his text messages really made me cry. he asked me so may questions, worrying over everything under the sun. i want time to move faster than time ever walked the universe.