I Would Wait a Million Years

I swear, these days seem to drag on forever without you. On my days off work, I find myself staring out the front window, just watching the city and the ponies in it. But, more often than not, I find myself searching the faces of anypony who walks by, examining each for yours.

It is like drifting down a creek without a paddle when you are gone, to use that rather cliché phrase. Besides working, I have very little else to do without you by my side. With this new job of yours keeping you away for so long with such unknown intervals, I find both our home and my heart very empty.

I think, to be more precise, these few months away from you have been like drifting down a creek without a paddle in a boat with no bottom. I have to cling to the sides just to stay afloat and pray that I do not hit any rapids.

I received your letter this morning, my dear. I did not recognize the mailing address. I do not pretend to understand your job or what it is you do, but I know that it makes you happy and that is all that matters. Of course, it also provides for most of the income, because my meager occupation certainly does not.

In your letter, you mentioned that you should be back sometime within the next four months, hopefully.

Hopefully, my love, hopefully.