Saturday, April 23, 2016

23rd of April

Dear Vincent,

I was so sick last night. I have a fever. I'm helpless. I cried myself to sleep. I terribly miss you.




I know you're busy there. I understand that you have a crappy signal.
I'm just here my love. I love you.





Even though we don't talk that much. I believe that I'm always on your mind.


I love you baby.

Love,
Karla

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