January 9, 2012, 3-ish in the afternoon
I've been sitting on this chair for hours, 7 hours to be exact. Doing not a thing and simply staring at the reopened, yet unedited document in front of me. My officemates seem to be weirded out by the silly smile plastered on my face.
Everything seems to be a reminder of you: Meg's texts, my colleague's glasses, the visitor's guitar and The Corr's Runaway sweetly playing in the background while fighting off the sounds of the grumbling obsolete aircons. I'm feeling highschool-ish again - the butterflies in the stomach and that giddy feeling everytime your smile flashes in my mind.
I can't wait to see you again. I have 2 hours left 'til freedom. I probably should go back to my productive activities - to thinking of you...
Naaah. I'm kidding. See you soon, I hope. :)
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