My love,

You are a devious man to mock me with so pleasurable a hobby when we are apart (I will be thrilled to demonstrate, my dearest, when next I have you in my arms).

If there is power in the written word, then you have mastered it or, perhaps, you've learned to read my thoughts already. You were mine. You will be mine. You are mine. If I must survive on words alone, these will sustain me until I am returned to you. These will be my oasis in the wild; your passion, the torch in the dark. You are with me. Oh, Caro mio, your gifts will guide my thoughts to you in every breath, in every kiss of gem on skin.

May the words in your hand remind you of my desire to be at your side. Every quill stroke a caress I intend for you. May they guide you back to me again before I go. Tell me you intend to have what is yours again before we test the power of absence.   

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MJ made this miracle!