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What Is Love Between Time and Distance

By Lovely Joy Galez



Do you think what's going to happen next?

C-

What do you mean?

L-

Are you okay?

L-

Um ... Yeah...Just wondering...

 C-

Wondering about what babe?

L-

About Life?

C-

Um... can you tell me more about it, please?

L-

I was just wonderingif what's going to happen next?To another sunset without you by my side. 😓

C-

Babe, I'm sorry 😔

L-

I know,I'm sorry too... 😔I just miss you so much.

C-

I miss you too and I love you,

you know that right?

L-

I know, I knowI love you too,But... sometimesI don't know anymore...

C-



Babe, please, don't say that...

just a few more months, okay?

And we will be going to see each other again,

I promise you that.

L-

We promised,

you promised me you'll wait,

remember?

L-

We did,And I did promise you,And I will never forget that.But do you think until when?

C-

When will be the last day of your few more months?I'm trying here you know!I've been patient,And understanding!But deep insideI'm scared as fuck!That one day you'll realizethat I am not good enoughfor you to come back…

C-


Babe for God’s sake, I love you!

I love you so damn much.!

That I can't sleep and even eat.

and I feel so damn crazy every day knowing that you’re not in my arms.

Do you think I'm not trying

my best here?

L-


C - typing• • •



I'm trying

and I'm holding my best

to keep the promises we've made

And I hope you are too.

Because that's the only reason

why I keep on fighting

for us.

L-


Baby...I'm sorry

C-


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"Hey this is Christina, I'm sorry I can't pick up my phone right now, please leave your message after the beep".


By Lovely Joy Galez


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