A Waltz With Wolves (Sequel to The Publicist's Plight)
Hailey Allendrunk confessioni don't know myself anymorei cheated myself like i knew i wouldthrough my window
I'll come to you.
I don't know how to feel. I want to cry, laugh, gasp for air, run through the terminal until I find him. I text him telling him I'm now somewhere near the entrance of baggage claim. "Don't move, I'll come to you," he texts me again. The words give me shivers. I can imagine him saying them, commanding them, meaning them. Is this what being in love feels like? I've never felt like this before—this unbreakable feeling of invincibility, like nothing in the world could possibly ruin the moment. It almost feels like being able to breathe for the first time in years.
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