Every night i went home hoping that when i load your tweets/tumblr/fb, I could find something sweet and lovely for me. And every time i don't see it, i would look back to all the mails/sms you sent me. Then i remember that you're waiting for me to get home every night. And every night, i am late. I am always home late. And you have to fight the urge to fall asleep to wait for me. And i know no words can ever replace that efforts and sweetness you make me feel.
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