With each tick of the clock, they pull you away from me. I reach out, but my hands fall short, never stretching far enough. I would call your name out, but you never hear me. The distance is too great for my voice to reach you. Why must you always go, my love? Is it the sense of calling, a sense of duty that makes you leave my arms when you just ran into them? Of course, it is a duty, a commitment you have made to your country but what of I? What of the commitment you made to me? The duty you have to your heart? I understand. Yes, dear, of course, I understand. You have no choice in the matter. That being apart is as trying for you as it is for me.
Your colleagues tell you their stories of woe, about lovers that had betrayed them when their kiss had barely left their lips. They tell you stories of separation, divorces, and the ruination of their names. These are the stories you hear, the friends you comfort when we are apart. I know these stories worry you. I know that the thought of what if gnaws on your conscience while you are away. However, while these stories may be true for them, it is not for us.
I am not those women, no I am not. I cannot stand the thought of you being away as much as I cannot stand the thought of not being with you. No, you are the one to who I have tied myself in every way. Your voice is the only one I want to hear call my name. Your arms are the only ones I dare let touch me. Your embrace is where I long to be. While some may betray the one they claim to love, I, for one, will never. For you are the one that I love from the depths of my soul.
Our love, though not perfect, is one that will last. For you are the half of me that I did not know was missing. You are the piece of me that makes everything make sense. What we have cannot be replaced in the arms of another in a few moments of passion. No, this love can only be found with you.
So sleep well, my love, and do not worry. I, as always, am waiting patiently until we can meet again.
I love you.
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