Dearest Edward,
Not so long ago, I wrote that in your case, distance has definitely made my heart grow fonder. A part of me hoped that, just to make things easier, time would do the opposite. Unfortunately, time and distance seem to only be working together to make my heart ache for you ever more.
Normally, I'm the type of person to face a problem like this head on. If I can't get you out of my mind, the logical thing to do is make a move. Yet…I know you've only recently gotten back to life in Risembool, where you belong. You just got your brother back. Much as I long to do so, it wouldn't be right of me to come into your quaint life once more and interject myself.
For your sake, I must find another way to persevere. Perhaps I can learn to be satisfied with my fond memories of you. Perhaps eventually I'll stop missing you so much it makes my chest tighten.
In the meantime, I'll just continue in my typical fashion, and throw myself into the job even more. Lieutenant Hawkeye says I need to take some time off to sort myself out, but I know that would only tempt me further to pursue you.
Oh, Ed. I hope you are faring better than I am.
Ever yours,
Roy
