I stand here, in the mist, waiting. Waiting for you. Every year, I come to the spot where we last parted company and where you promised me that you would be upon your return after the journey which called you away suddenly. You stood before me, your eyes holding mine captive as you professed your love for me and promised me that only a matter of the most urgent nature could part you from me. Then, you took me in your arms and held me so close that I could feel your beating heart. I felt so safe and warm in your arms. I didn’t want you to let me go. But you did. I suddenly felt very cold. The tears mingled with the dew as you cupped my face between your hands and our lips met in a kiss that made my heart sing and cry at the same time.

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