Starlight has come and gone, Valentione’s is coming up now. I feel selfish? I think that’s the best way to describe myself right now. Aran may be gone, but I’m surrounded by people that care about me, that love me, and here I am… pining over a man who’s heart is given to his homeland. I shouldn’t be bitter. I shouldn’t be sad. But I am. I’m that and so much more. I want him to come home. To me. I want to start a family…
Maybe that’s what all this will lead to. If the resistance drives the Garleans out of Othard… Aran won’t have to fight anymore, right? We can have kits, settle down… maybe that’s too much to ask for. Maybe I should give up waiting. I haven’t heard from him in a moon, more than that now, and it was moons longer than that since he left versus the gift.
The man can send a gift, but not a letter. Never a letter. Why doesn’t he write?
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This is an older entry that was never put onto her blog because I’m oocly lazy.