I hope this finds you well. I wonder what you are doing today and if you think of me as often as I think of you. Since you agreed to the terms of war or peace or love or whatever, I must assume the answer is yes. How do you manage to function on a daily basis? All I can do is sit here wondering what you are doing and what you are thinking and counting down the hours until I can be with you at last. Ten and a half months do not seem so terribly long… and yet…. they seem so terribly long. Sometimes it feels like it’s just a matter of killing time and sometimes it feels like the time is killing me. But you leave me no choice. I love that about you, but it makes me feel so helpless. I also love that about you, that you can take from me everything and force me into patience. I am constantly waiting for you. Killing one moment at a time until at last we can be together. I hope you will be waiting for me at the end. I must trust in you, rely on you…. I have no other choice.