I may no longer say that I love you, but my mind and spirit suffer from those unspoken words. Not a day passes that I don't think about you, and I am plagued with sleepless nights. I feel wrecked, broken. I am bombarded by imaginings of just letting go, ending it all.
Death.
But that cannot, will not happen. For were I to die now, I would no longer be able to think.
Of you.
In my prayers I am thankful for you, and I place my faith in God. If he could bring you to me, another leaf on the wind from thousands of miles away, then he can do it again.
And with faith, hope, and charity, all things are possible.
Love is not enough. It must be forged in faith, tempered in hope.
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