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Robert, It looks like that is the last one. I could have sworn that there were more. I guess it is good that is the last one I have to leave in 5 minutes. When you get this, tell me how many messages I had written to you. I didn't keep track. Oh well. I hope you have loved receiving all of this mail. Robert, I do want to be with you eternally and can't wait for that day. Because of the bad news it might have to be sooner or maybe even later (yuck). I can't wait to hear your voice again. I know I am getting mushy because even the songs on KBER remind me of you. Everything does. Whenever I mention something, Katrina and Brian have a joke that it somehow connects to you. And it does. It is a good thing I am going home in a few minutes because then I would see the sun setting behind the mountain and it would make my heart ache even more. I don't know how you bear it. The first night I had even heard of Brian, Katrina was on the phone with him and I had come back from typing to you on the vax. I had also seen the sunset on the way home. It made me really sad. Katrina and Brian kept telling me that I was moping. I don't know how you do it. The only thing that keeps me sane is knowing that you will be here soon and that I will be yours forever some day. I miss the times we were together. They seemed all too few. I miss going to movies with you, I miss going up to watch the stars, I miss going to the duck pond. I just plain miss you. Is that OK? If I were saying this Katrina would tell me that it sounds like I am "wining" again. Her and Brian used to make fun of me, but now they know how it feels. She used to brag that Brian was local, but I see them not wanting to let go of each otehr just so he can go home. She knows she will see him tomorrow, but she can get mopey when the songs come on the radio too. I wish I had my CD Player up here. I wonder if my dad has checked on it. (sorry wandering mind) I don't ever want to let you go again and that is why it will be so hard to see you off at the airport in July. Especially since I will have to do this all over again and I know how hard it is. Isn't once enough? Well I better go it is 20 after 8 now. I will be home late. I love you. And I can't get enough of you. You are like Lay's Potato Chips "just once isn't enough," or the pringles, "once you pop them, you can't stop." I love you and I won't stop loving you and so you will just have to deal with it. Time to go again, Someday I won't have to go. I love you --Wanda