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Steer me clear of dangerous winds..

Because of you I know love, because I you I know longing. Because of you I know what it means to live.

The journal closed and Victoria stared straight ahead wondering if maybe she was taking things too seriously. It was only a summer abroad and he would return. France wasn’t that exciting, besides who wanted to date a French girl anyway? At least she had a distraction. The bag next to her on the bus contained a leotard, a pair of short black shorts and jazz shoes all waiting to be used and abused on a hardwood dancefloor in downtown Chicago.

She and Thomas had been sweethearts from an early age. Now 17 she could hardly remember a time that hadn’t included his dashing smile or deep genuine laugh. Spending the next three months apart was going to be painful for them both but Vicky couldn’t help but think she had the rough end of the deal. At least he could to miss her while staring at the Eiffel Tower.

What if he doesn’t miss you? The voice tugged at the back of her mind but she brushed it away.

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