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T’Rina,
Writing to you is like touching you, giving you moments of truth within many moments of duty and careful admiration. Telling you, even showing you, will never be enough, I must write to you as I must touch you without touching.
Are you blushing yet? I hope you do; for your blush is the single most beautiful thing in my universe.
Weeks ago you told me that you never received a love letter. I was unable to understand what you were saying for I am always writing love letters to you, albeit in my head. Until now, I have never been brave enough to send them.
T‘Rina, I miss you. I know that it must be like this, that our duty must come first and probably always will. But let me whisper what I am not yet brave enough to say: I hope that one day it may be different. I hope that one day it may be us, and maybe for only a few moments or minutes or hours or days it will be only us.
My duty is what makes me alive - and you are what makes me whole. For now, I am alive and missing some integral part of me that, without my knowledge or permission, decided to stay back with you. I know you will keep it safe and the moment we are united this part of me shall return to make me whole again.
Until then, stay safe, my love. Remember to eat and sleep regularly, remember to meditate in sufficient quantity, remember to water the plant I gave you and, most important of all, remember that you are loved.
All my devotion
Saru