Real
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"I missed him holding my hand while we walked down the street. His singing to me even when he didn't feel like it. He always did everything to try and make me happy. I wished he was here with me right then. Even if it was just a dream, to be so far away from him was killing me. But to think that it would be all worth waiting was giving me the strength everyday. I would see him and feel his embrace again. He was real." WARNING: Lots of blushing and awkwardness ©MaydayParade8127 All rights reserved.
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2:00 am. Four hours to go. Everything had slipped out of her hands. How much ever she wanted him, she just couldn't have him, not now. All that she could do, was relive the memories.... Warning: Contains swear words. Don't read if you are not comfortable <3

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