I miss you, my dear. I know you haven’t been gone for too long but I’m so used to being around you all the time that your absence is particularly painful. I wish you could tell me about your mission but I know that it must be kept secret, all I ask is that you be careful. I don’t know what I would do if you didn’t return, but I trust you to take care of yourself. I’m sorry if this letter sounds dispassionate to you but I am not very good at conveying my feelings, but please do not take this as a sign of disinterest. I love you far more than I’ll ever have the words to express. I can’t wait until you get back, I would love nothing more than to be held in your arms where I feel safest. Until then I shall continue to write to you and eagerly await your return.
Good things come for those who wait. Your concern is adorable, really. We both know how seasoned I am with secretive missions, but no amount of past experience can help me quell the slight twinge in my heart at the thought of leaving you alone. Don’t worry, though, I’m fine.
How could I take such a letter—one that can be described as nothing else but a love letter—as a sign of disinterest? You continuously doubt yourself of how you appear or sound like feeling, but in truth, I can already read you like a scroll, inside and out. Sometimes I’d like to argue that I know you more than you know yourself. Truth be told, there are times when I feel like I don’t deserve the pure kindness you offer me, like a shadow such as I doesn’t deserve to see the light. But I digress.
I would love nothing more than to come home, too.