The thing about a river is that she flows all alone, unlike trees who grow together and the earth that is one substance. Until she reaches the sea, she is companionless and aches as she moves. My painful loneliness is as bittersweet as always, and I almost venture to ask that you never take it away - you are the sea I rush towards, I will not settle for a lake or a marsh along the way simply to ease sorrow.
Thank you for my name and my love. I miss you and I am waiting to meet you.
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