I can feel it. You are somewhere out there.
I hope I'm living what I'm supposed to, I feel like I am, but I know I could probably do better.
I can see how all of this is preparing me for what I need to do, but like an impatient kid behind the wheel of a car, I'm too anxious to get on the road.
My every act requires a patience, and I've been fine dealing with all of them, but this... this is killing me. I feel the time before our introduction closing, but not fast enough.
The anxiety is intense.
I can't wait to find you.
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