For some reason unbeknownst to me, my hand especially longs to hold yours tonight. I think it may have something to do with the tumultuous fall weather that's going on right now as I sit in the library and read The Canterbury Tales. Or maybe it's the romantic way Middle English sounds in my head as I read about knights and squires and the such.
I do know one thing though. As much as I know this time by myself is making me into the woman I'll be when we meet someday not too long from now, this thing still rings true.
I miss you, my knight.
Always yours,
me
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