I have this problem.
There's this guy I love.
I told him I would marry him...and move to this gorgeous place.
That happens to be far away.
So now I miss him.
Because I am here, and he is there.
Blessings,
Alyssa
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| Before |
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| After |
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| My signature window picture |
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| I'm the type of person that takes pictures of weeds... |
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| ...and peeling paint |
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| Just a view from the front lawn |
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| On top of Snowshoe Mt. |