The clock is ticking. Seconds are passing, minutes are passing, hours are passing, even days are passing. Time passes incredibly slowly when you are waiting for your beloved one. At least there is movement, the second hand is going clockwise, no matter how slowly. Lucky are those who own the virtue of patience. I wish I knew where to get it... Tito, I'm counting the seconds to be with you. May the two remaining weeks misteriously disappear in thin air. Still knowing, that in two weeks there are a lot of seconds. One million, two-hundred-and-nine thousand, six-hundred to be exact.
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You know the saying: Den venter ikke forgjeves som venter på noe godt.
:o)
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