I often wonder about life outside of this place - not because I don't know of it, but because half of the time, that's where I am, surrounded yet alone.
They don't understand me, but you do. We are very different, yet very similar creatures. It's made for tears of both joy and sadness at times.
Do I ever question your devotion? Certainly not. Do I ever question the power of something as small as a seed? Every day.
I have a gifted imagination, dear husband, this you know, but never in our eternity could my mind create the intricate plans, stories, and games that you weave. In this, you wear gold, but don't you wear gold often?
As I wait by the river, either coming or going, my mind drifts to the crossing emotions of my heart. I love the sun, the moon, and the heavenly stars, but I love you more. I love the flowers, the breeze, and the sounds of chirping birds, but I also love the home you've let me create by your side.
This is something that no harvest goddess can tear down, and I know this because I've seen one try. Dear husband, know this: we will never have a need to say 'goodbye'.