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To my love.

I miss you. Being down in California for week, away from you and our happy home, ebbs me in a way I try not to mention when we talk. I get glimpses of what my solitary life would be like without you. I'm encased in a studio apartment in my hotel while I'm down here for two weeks working. It feels more like a stuffy box wrapped in a simulation of comfortable living. Everything is me, and there's a void where you used to be. I never want that eroded or filled up. I want to be with you. Being alone is not the same as being lonely, but when I eventually think of you, there's a blankness, a psychic hole that sinks me into longing.

I miss you. This has been the longest time we've been appear since you traveled to Germany years ago. I felt adrift during that time then, and I recall that floating, pale sensation now, wrapping itself around my chest and throat.

Saturday. Home Saturday. Home with you and the cats. Soon, in the distance, it's coming.

I love you.

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A happy 152 months t my love, even if I'm spending more and more time in the office lately. One day this game will ship, and we can do back to that groove of normality. I love you so very much. Thank you for understanding. Thank you for supporting me. Thank you for being my love.

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Happy 151 months to my lovely wife, as we are currently housebound due to the constant snowfall in the Seattle area. I'm glad we are safe and warm together, and we both can laugh about cabin fever. I love you, my dear. In the next couple of weeks, we will celebrate an early Valentine's Day with applause and horses...and hopefully without snow.

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A brief note for my love. We're in a massive push here on the game I'm working on. Longer hours, more stress. It'll be worth it, but I might not see a lot of you and the cats. I love you so much, and I'm happy you are so understanding. We'll have some time over Christmas. Then, it's back into the fray. But for now, happy 150 months, my love.

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To my love, happy monthly anniversary. I know things have been hectic on my end. Work seems to keep distracting me, attacking me, frustrating me...and it seeps out of me when I come home. I don't want to bring this home, and I hope you have seeing all that I have done to keep a barrier between the office and our little home. I love you, and every time I come home I know that this is a peaceful place, just for us and our cats. Thank you for reminding me. Thank you for loving me.