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From His Soul to her Heart – pt. II
 
Text Box: The place she often visits… Your letter was received yesterday morning, but I didn’t read it until the night. I wanted to be alone with your words, and hear your thoughts reaching out to me. In your words, I hear the pain and your sense of disillusionment with me as I have retreated from your love. To embrace your love now fully in your absence leaves me with a feeling as if I’m just floating through space with no destination or end in sight. The wait has been endless, and many a days I exist in a fog. Love should never feel like this. Love should never hurt like this. It’s unbelievable to me that I haven’t seen you in over eight months. And I know if you could come more often, you would. I’ve held on to the love we have for so long now, when everything around me is screaming to let you go: my friends, family, distance, time, my heart and loneliness. Every night I cry from loneliness, and this aching emptiness in the pit of my soul cloaks my every step, my every waking hour. I wear my love for you in my eyes, in every conversation I have, my mind drifts to you hoping Text Box: for some sort of solace from this lonely existence I now inhabit. You know how emotional I am, and I need comfort from my husband, but you are not here and I need comfort to get me through another day. After speaking to you last night I felt a little bit better. When you said goodbye and I heard the click on the other line, you were gone again. I don’t know how long I stayed on the line listening to the dial tone hoping you would come back again. And now you wonder why I seem to be drifting away from our love? This relationship is unnatural. I lay awake every night covered in darkness and soaked in tears. The pain I feel is literally an ache so deep that every night my heart breaks from loneliness. And I know it’s not your fault, and if you could be here with me-you would. I need my husband with me, and you’re not here. As I said from the beginning, I will wait for you. I will wait because my heart wants no other love to hold, my body craves no other touch but yours. Loneliness plays tricks on my mind, and at times I feel as if you’re happy while I’m here miserable, and I wonde Text Box: how do you keep your sanity while I’m here losing mine. What is your secret? I’ve imagined you seeking solace in the arms of another. Enjoying the pleasures of lovemaking that I now crave and ache for on a daily basis. It feels like there’s a volcano inside my pussy and just one stroke from you and I would erupt. Please don’t deceive me or break my heart. All this suffering would be for naught if you betrayed my heart. All my trust resides in you no matter what I know to be the true nature of man. Don’t give up on our love, my love. I know it’s corny and sounds ridiculous, but I don’t think I could go on without you in my life. You’re my strength when I’m weak, you’re the hands that hold me when depression overwhelms my soul, you’re the last thought I have on my mind as I ride the wave of sleep. My first thought when I wake is of you and I feel replenished for the day. I imagine if I have to suffer like this for love, then the reward will be that much sweeter when we are finally able to be together. I will be going to the Embassy today to check on my travel visa, but I know it will be months before it will be approved. Text Box: If you knew we would be separated this long would you still have married me? I suspect I know the answer, and because I know what’s in your heart I will be here waiting for you, my love. Don’t be alarmed at this, but I want to get pregnant as soon as you come and share my bed again. The thought of carrying your baby now makes me smile. I want to be nice and plump with your child inside of me. The day will soon come when these days of loneliness will be a bad faint memory we can hardly remember, and we will tell our child how our great love saw us through this most loneliest of times. It’s raining again. I’m lying in my bed under the window, and raindrops are splattering all over my face. I imagine you are here kissing every drop, which will take all night. I have many nights to give you for the rest of our lives. Love you like I always said I did; love you like I always said I would. Please write me soon. Forever Yours in Love, Sweetpork (lol)