My love,

It has been well over a month since your last visit. The ticking of the clock haunts me every day.

Your absence weighs heavily on my soul, drawing me deeper into madness every minute you’re not with me.

I’ve begun to paint you, your visage making its presence known in every stretch of canvas, every stroke of charcoal.

I am not a religious man, but I pray every moment for your return.

Write to me soon, my love.

Yours, Laurent