Text 11 Sep she’s not at home…and I miss her…

The noise from someone’s motorbike makes me open the door and look outside…

Again it’s not her and again I close the door. Don’t want anyone to stare when I work :) so I just keep the windows for some fresh air…

I’ve just had dinner with her this evening so she could get to class early. Hope she didn’t face any traffic…and I miss her

I cleaned all the dishes and cleaned the floor, rearranged things but I didn’t have enough time to make the fan clear. I’ll do it on Sunday :) hope when I see her again she’ll see how clean the house is :)

Now she’s not at home…and I miss her I really miss her :]


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