Jake?
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Jake
8:00am:
Hunger.
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8:01am:
LOL.
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Jake
8:01am:
You wanted me, Katie. I know you did. And that pause before you smiled and thanked me for dinner, that confirmed it. Whether you like it or not, I KNOW you. I know who you are and I can see into your soul.
8:06am:
You still there?
8:08am:
I know you’re there, Katie. If I’m wrong… fine. But let’s assume that I’m right and you’re reading this right now on jAppe. You KNOW that I know you and you’re probably sweating a little right now. Or at the very least you’re speechless.
8:09am:
B ecause I’ve hit a nerve. Because I love you so much that I can see through your walls and into your soul, into who you are. And that scares you.
8:10am:
But that’s okay, Katie. You know why? Because you’re SAFE with me. I’ll catch you if and when you fall. I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt. Ever.
8:11am:
You’re safe to love to me. I won’t let you get hurt because I love you too much.
8:32am:
I figure you’ll ignore me for a couple of days now. That usually gives you enough time to think things through and send me a text when you’re ready.
9:00am:
I know you’ve seen my last messages, Katie. Most likely, you’re deliberating whether to wait those two days, wait and see if I’ll contact you first or if you should just jump ahead and reply. I suggest you just reply. Let’s put an end to any silence. At my age, you realize that even a minute of silence from the woman you love is a minute you’ll never get back, a minute you’ll regret letting pass and filling up with something valuable.
9:09am:
I love you and miss you and would love to see you again. Soon.
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Monday May 12, 2013
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9:27am:
How about that? I went 4 days, Jake.
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Jake
9:32am:
It was the longest weekend of my life.
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9:33am:
LOL, why is that?
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Jake
9:33am:
I’ve been checking my phone for your texts. Every. Second. Of. Every. Day. You’re killing me, Katie.
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9:34am:
Sorry. I picked up a 12-hour rotation Saturday that stretched into yesterday. I went to sleep when I got home and am just getting up now.
9:34am:
You know what’s weird? Some detectives came by the hospital and asked me about that guy that was murdered across the street from your place. The one we were JUST talking about!!
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Jake
9:35am:
Why did they want to see you?
9:35am:
No offence, but what do you have to do with this?
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9:36am:
They said it’s because I’ve been in the area and they tracked me back to the hospital.
9:37am:
They showed me a picture of some guy. Asked if I recognized him.
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Jake
9:38am:
What did you tell them?
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9:38am:
What should I have told them, Jake?
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Jake
9:38am:
The truth.
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9:39am:
Is that Christine’s husband ? Is that the face I saw?
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Jake
9:39 am:
Wanna grab some breakfast? We can talk about this?
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9:40am:
Aren’t you working today?
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Jake
9:40am:
LOL, I called in tired.
9:40am:
And t hat wasn’t Christine’s husband, btw. I met him last year, remember? He doesn’t look like that guy in the photo. Assuming they showed you the same photo they showed me.
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9:41am:
The photo was a
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Jake
8:00am:
Hunger.
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8:01am:
LOL.
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Jake
8:01am:
You wanted me, Katie. I know you did. And that pause before you smiled and thanked me for dinner, that confirmed it. Whether you like it or not, I KNOW you. I know who you are and I can see into your soul.
8:06am:
You still there?
8:08am:
I know you’re there, Katie. If I’m wrong… fine. But let’s assume that I’m right and you’re reading this right now on jAppe. You KNOW that I know you and you’re probably sweating a little right now. Or at the very least you’re speechless.
8:09am:
B ecause I’ve hit a nerve. Because I love you so much that I can see through your walls and into your soul, into who you are. And that scares you.
8:10am:
But that’s okay, Katie. You know why? Because you’re SAFE with me. I’ll catch you if and when you fall. I’ll make sure you don’t get hurt. Ever.
8:11am:
You’re safe to love to me. I won’t let you get hurt because I love you too much.
8:32am:
I figure you’ll ignore me for a couple of days now. That usually gives you enough time to think things through and send me a text when you’re ready.
9:00am:
I know you’ve seen my last messages, Katie. Most likely, you’re deliberating whether to wait those two days, wait and see if I’ll contact you first or if you should just jump ahead and reply. I suggest you just reply. Let’s put an end to any silence. At my age, you realize that even a minute of silence from the woman you love is a minute you’ll never get back, a minute you’ll regret letting pass and filling up with something valuable.
9:09am:
I love you and miss you and would love to see you again. Soon.
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Monday May 12, 2013
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9:27am:
How about that? I went 4 days, Jake.
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Jake
9:32am:
It was the longest weekend of my life.
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9:33am:
LOL, why is that?
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Jake
9:33am:
I’ve been checking my phone for your texts. Every. Second. Of. Every. Day. You’re killing me, Katie.
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9:34am:
Sorry. I picked up a 12-hour rotation Saturday that stretched into yesterday. I went to sleep when I got home and am just getting up now.
9:34am:
You know what’s weird? Some detectives came by the hospital and asked me about that guy that was murdered across the street from your place. The one we were JUST talking about!!
------------------------------------------
Jake
9:35am:
Why did they want to see you?
9:35am:
No offence, but what do you have to do with this?
------------------------------------------
9:36am:
They said it’s because I’ve been in the area and they tracked me back to the hospital.
9:37am:
They showed me a picture of some guy. Asked if I recognized him.
------------------------------------------
Jake
9:38am:
What did you tell them?
------------------------------------------
9:38am:
What should I have told them, Jake?
------------------------------------------
Jake
9:38am:
The truth.
------------------------------------------
9:39am:
Is that Christine’s husband ? Is that the face I saw?
------------------------------------------
Jake
9:39 am:
Wanna grab some breakfast? We can talk about this?
------------------------------------------
9:40am:
Aren’t you working today?
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Jake
9:40am:
LOL, I called in tired.
9:40am:
And t hat wasn’t Christine’s husband, btw. I met him last year, remember? He doesn’t look like that guy in the photo. Assuming they showed you the same photo they showed me.
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9:41am:
The photo was a
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