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My dear Seto,
I know, I could just email. And we speak on the phone every Sunday, and often more. But a physical connection is vital in a relationship, and – although I can practically hear you scoffing at my sentimentality from here – I believe paper and ink can be a substitute for fingers and lips, albeit a poor substitute indeed.
It’s evening here. I regret you can’t come to Egypt more often; I would very much like to share evenings such as this one with you, when the sky goes on forever and the sand is an ocean of ruby. I know KaibaCorp doesn’t often allow for stretches of time away from Domino, and I truly enjoy that I’m the one who splits her time between my home and yours; I wouldn’t disturb our equilibrium. But on evenings like this I yearn to share my home with you, as you share yours with me.
See? We never have time for such admissions in a phone call. Tender truths need silence to bloom in. When we’re apart, I can have silence or I can have connection, but sometimes the heart needs both in harmony; the silence of an easy companionship. The silence over the phone is too dead; uneasy.
Perhaps I will be able to persuade you to come to visit in the spring, when Mokuba has his school break. It’s a good time to visit here, I hope you would both enjoy it. You can bring your work, as I’m sure you won’t relax without it, and you and I might read in silence together on the rooftop in the evening, and I will be very content.
We can discuss it in December. I’m looking forward to being back in Domino for a stretch. You, of course, and Mokuba, and our mutual friends. You may feel free to interpret the “our” as denoting myself and Mokuba, if you wish, but I do hope you might tolerate at least some socialisation over Christmas and New Year…
A month in winter, a week – I hope – in spring, and then I will begin another six-month position as Cultural Ambassador in July. I could never sever ties with my heritage here, but look, Seto, you have me thinking of the future!
Give my love to Mokuba. I’ll most likely speak to you before this letter arrives but still, I make no apologies for my sentimentality.
All my love,
~Isis~