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These days stretch on, endless, one after another, like dark clouds hanging low in the sky. Sinking. Dragged down further. They begin in silence, and end the same way—with nothing but the weight of the hours pressing against my chest. I try to escape, to outrun them, but they follow me like shadows, whispering their secrets into my ear, reminding me of everything I cannot change.

And yet, there is a strange comfort in this exhaustion, isn’t there? A quiet acceptance in surrendering to the fatigue. Perhaps it is only in being worn down, piece by piece, that we become real. Perhaps it is in the breaking that we find what it means to be alive.

The days will continue, the hours will stretch. But I will bear them with you, my love, so the weight feels a little less crushing.

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When you laugh, when your eyes sparkle with that unmistakable gleam. Your happiness, my darling, has become the air I breathe, and in that breath, I too find my own joy. I cannot help it, when your every smile pulls me into your orbit, drawing me ever closer to your wonder.

Whenever my own days are bright with joy, when life is gentle and the world seems to smile with me, I am always thinking of you. It is you I wish to share those moments with, to hold you close and say, ‘Look, love, this joy is ours.’ For how could any joy be complete without you beside me?

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I know that right now, fear feels like a shadow looming over you, creeping into every quiet space. It’s that gnawing feeling, isn't it? The kind that tells you you’re not enough, or the kind that keeps you up. But I want you to hear this: fear is not the truth. It’s a liar, a reflection of what you think you can't handle.

You’re allowed to be scared. We all are, sometimes. But know this, I’m here—right beside you, for every step, every moment. Just breathe. And when it feels too much, lean on me. We’ll get through this together, one breath at a time. I believe in you. More than you know.

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How I long to reach across this distance, to soothe the silence that must sometimes overwhelm you. Yet I know that even my voice cannot fill the hollows left by solitude, nor can my touch remove the heavy weight of isolation. But know this, beloved, the silence of the night is not the absence of love—it is the space where love blooms silently, unseen by the eye but felt by the heart.

You are never alone, for I carry you with me, wherever I go. And when the silence becomes too much, reach for my heart, which beats only for you.

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In this sorrow, I find no words that can speak to the aching void you now endure, for grief is not easily named. It comes like a silent tide, sweeping away the shore, leaving only the restless ebb of memories. My love, I see how it pulls at you, and I wish, with all my heart, I could steady you, anchor you in the love we share. Yet I know that no hand can hold back the waves of loss; they must pass, though slowly, through the heart.

Even in this darkest hour, remember: to grieve is to have loved deeply, and that love remains, unbroken, even when the world grows dim. I shall be here, as constant as the stars that watch over us, waiting with you for the dawn.