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You've gone, Sir... off into the frigid dark, to fulfill your duty as a productive member of society. Selfish me - I only want you next to me, sharing the warmth of each others' bodies, skin on skin, inhale on exhale. Your musk lingers on your pillow... our scent lingers on the sheets. I burrow in as deep as possible and try to forget the miles of frozen highway before you, the hours if semisleep before me... try to remember that time really does fly, and June is only a Season away. I Love You my Darling. Come Home soon.