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Dear sweet wife,

It is late at night and I cannot sleep for thoughts of you. This need of you is a wonderful thing but it destroys me in repose, only by furious activity can I lose myself for a minute. At times like today, when time is heavy on my hands, you are large in my mind. I miss you so much. The big things and the small. Making love and watching you sleep - you are so pretty in the mornings just before you awaken. The cooking and washing of dishes with me biting your ear. The endless and foolish talk of people in love. I look upon it all now with such a curious nostalgia - as if I had died. I confess that I was glad to be numb for a while - not to feel - not to ache. Fatigue is a blessing though I did not recognize it. Love me else I die surely. Doubt me not for if you do, the small part of me which makes of pointless activity a life, will surely disappear.

In Love and Agony
Michael