Day 3. My heart beats for you and so it beats for nought.

No time of the day provides a respite. As I wake up my thoughts are of you and the panic sets in. I know you are probably in your tent now, waking up in the arms of another. The ball of pressure in the pit of my stomach starts to burn and the tears well up in my eyes. I am powerless against this wave and it overtakes me. Unable (or unwilling, perhaps?) to break free and it pulls me under. A feeling of drowning punches through my gut and thoughts of you fill my mind and my aching heart. I long for you, my sweetheart. Oh, how I long for you!


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