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Nov 2013
Dear Anne,

Again, like any other day, I found myself thinking about you. I was looking through our photos over and over almost every day… Both a pleasure and a torture for I smile at seeing how huge our smiles were in these immortalized memories, and I shiver for I miss every second of it. I miss those times that I can see you first thing, or any time we'd want to. I have never even eaten out ever since I got here… For I can never take a moment eating on my own, when I know on the other side of the world, we (almost) always had our breakfasts, lunches and dinners together. I worry from where I am. I fear that you have been working too much or too late, or that you have been sick for days or has been skipping meals… And worse, I feel bad for I should be there taking care of you. Yes, it pains me to know that there's this one person that takes center stage trying to do what I should be doing. It pains me every single day… That I, from where I am, could only do so much to hear you or let you feel my presence while she can just see you and talk to you and hear your sweet voice any time she might wish to. It eats up every inch of the inside of me. And I have been consumed fully.

But I endure. Yes, it is painful… But my love for you still remains greater than this pain. I will continue living each day becoming better for myself, for you.. and for us. I will continue loving you from where I am, making you feel how much you are loved from miles away. It is a challenge, yes. But what could be a greater feeling than knowing you are fighting through the distance, that you are defying every meter, mile and kilometer of it just to send my love to you? That I bask in this pain, just to make you feel loved, thought of, missed and dreamt about.

I always tell you that I have high hopes… that I have faith. But just to let you know, I am also hanging on to courage. :)

And yes, this is because you are all worth it, Anne. Just a few more days. I am counting down.

You are always loved, Anne. Always.

Your Mims.
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