Dearest Medea,
Your absence grows a jagged void in my chest. Every night I pray you shall return safely.
You risk much to help your people, and it fills me with pride to think of your resolve.
But my love for you hurts me. I am wounded and broken, a cracked and hollow shell without your smile to fuel me.
Everything in me clamors to know your touch again. I beg of you, return to me--let my heart rest for a time.
Even if your mission was a matter of life or death for all Elysea, I would sacrifice the entire world to feel your lips once more.
Return, return and you shall be mine and I, yours, forever.
Jinus