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There's a story forming around this, as though this is the middle and its extending both ways.

 my Dear,

You say that you're not

sure

what you want out of 

us.

That, right now, you want to be 

alone.

I hate this,

but I understand.

This past June is the last time you asked 

for me.

And I wonder if that's when all hope

crumbled.

In June I felt the same way

as you

now.

Not for another four, even five months

did my heart shed its garments,

naked,

it ached for you.

You and me, we take turns hurting

each other.

I am impatient for the day

when we live with our hearts

connected,

no longer in fear for another wrong turn.

I remain drunk

with sorrow because I do not know

if this day will ever come.

Ere now

neither of us was quite forthcoming

with our hearts and minds.

I am willing

now

but you are not.

When we meet resolutely in this central square

then this ache we opened nearly five years ago

can be quenched.

I still love you,

I fear

I always will.

May God give us both peace.

your Wife.