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On the weekends when I have nothing to do, I find myself relaxing in a daze, thinking about Bekki. Not being able to take my mind off of her (although I’m not trying to stop thinking about her). I miss her; I miss hearing her voice, hearing words emanate from her. I would give anything just to talk to her for a couple of minutes, even a couple of seconds, just to hear her emit the words “I love you.” There’s nothing more that will light your heart up than hearing those three words. I love her so damn much. I can’t wait to talk to her tomorrow.