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Let her be She is a mystery to me, and that is the truth! How I made it this far is best described as divine intervention. My outlook on life is not made by the popular media, but I do hate having to be away from her` years at a time. We continue to reach out across the long distance, and I thank my god for email! This has helped us to see what is happening on a daily basis in the others world. As my world is here, and her world is there. I wish we were together more often, but life has not dealt those cards… One must have hope if for no other reason than to smile away the lonely nights and lonely days. How I wish we could be together in the rapture of sexual abandonment. A place where we share with our God- life’s most wonderful experience. Romantic Sexual Passion in Seductive Sensual Satisfactions! I kiss her lips; she kisses me in places meant only for lovers. I do my part to share what I have learned, and we continue to develop our abilities for enjoyment. It is a sweet bliss that happens all too infrequent. She has a way of saying I love you that is’ foreign to my emotional state, and mental needs. I have had to find a way to love that did not increase pain~ if lost… It is a fear of not being there when one really needs their special someone that I fear. How I get lost in my duties and experience. We have two magnificent views on life, yet we only get to hold hands a few days out of the year. I try to be understanding. I want control of my passion, but I also want her with me` right now. I miss her so, she always makes me feel strong and brave and heroic! She has taught me to be patient, and I trust her. In this limited life, I get confused at how short it really is… People believe in heaven, but I only see here and now. When I do pass on, will I hold her hand again in another life, or was this the only life we will ever live and ‘after that’ cease to exist? I guess with no after life, I will not miss her anymore… Slowly the blood ushers out as the shrapnel has cut through my heart. Does she feel the urgency of my need for her here now, or do I die alone in this godforsaken Iraqi land? My eyes get weak, and I feel my soul leave this dead shell. I am taken away- never to know if I will be with my lover again…
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