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And then he'll be home from his trip. And I'm home from mine. It feels like forever, even with FaceTime, and Skype, and phone calls, and texting, and email, and I know it's incredibly crazy, but we can't seem to get enough of each other. Hours pass and it feels like minutes.
We are goofy in love, and we cannot wait until we're standing on the same continent again. Just one more sleep for me and seventeen hours of travel for him.
Not that we're counting.