[script] Only You

My Dearest,

The mounting sorrow I feel as the count of days since I last laid eyes upon you rises is only matched by the joy that pours through my chest each time the count of days until I see you again is lowered. Never in my life have I felt such tumultuous emotions battling inside me every hour, and you are the cause. And yet I am compelled to give thanks for you all the while, for to know you have caused in me such warring extremes of feeling proves to me I love you, love you more than anyone I ever have or could ever love.
To say you are my first and last thoughts as I wake and sleep belays the imprint of you on my soul, for you are my only thought, not just first and last; for I dream of you at rest and hang upon your memory while awake. To even say your name is to feel your lips on mind again and so I say it with every breath just as I set it to ink and paper so I may feel you at my lips and at my finger tips and everywhere in between always. I trace the letters into my skin and ever pledge ownership of my flesh to you again and again. No inch of me has suffered the lack of your name inscribed by loving fingers, and no inch of me has felt you any less than a thousand, thousand times.
Come back to me, my love, for no matter how oft I proclaim my soul's allegiance and desire for you I feel only emptier again that I am not in your arms. Our bed is empty and cold just as I am empty and cold without your beside me. There is nothing I would not give to have you again and I am tortured knowing nothing I can give will.
Please, my love, bring back to me you. Only, only you.