Dear lord! has it been seven months since I last saw you? How could it have been so long yet feel so short. Alas I can only conclude that your importance is but a fleeting memory in the larger scheme of things.

Yet fret not, I will make it a point to meet up with you frequently, lest you shun me when I need you most. But till then, be the epitome of a woman. Aware of my presence but resolved not to beg for it.