I don't want to be presumptous, but will you wait for me? One way, or another, please see me.

I feel as if I have been on a quest, and my reward for getting through the horrors is to again see your smiling, welcoming face.

I can barely think about your ecstatic looking face with the luminous glow of happiness when you saw me come up the stairs. That look has kept me going. It was the open book of the way you felt, or at least, I hoped you felt. You are all things good and lovely to me. You remind of why I have a heart.