I hear little girls say, "Daddy!" and I think of you.
When my hair gets a little curly when it's wet, I think of certain little girls, that in turn make me think of you.
I wish things were different. I wish I didn't miss you so much. My heart still hurts, and I don't know what to do.
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On my flight from Denver, there was one girl that sounded so much like Katie, I turned around half-expecting to see him.
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I have a lunch date tomorrow. Ironically, the guy is also Air Force. I hope I can have enough courage to not back out. I need to move on. Wish me luck!
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