It is odd that we must be separated for this night. Tradition dictates that we do not see each other until the day of our union, the day that we pledge our life long promises of dedication to each other, in the presence of the Gods, the celebrants and our friends. Yet at this moment I would like to say “Tradition be damned!” and be wrapped in your arms once more before I sleep. I know that this cannot be and that you are not here for me to talk to right now, so this I can do instead. Talk as if you were here and leave this behind for you to read in my absence. At least I can take comfort in the fact that we are not to be apart for long this time.
Do you remember that night? The one where we had gathered…
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