The way it works when people meet:
At first you don’t like each other; a stranger becomes a brother
The way it works when people meet:
Iron sharpens iron; you give advice and then it’s my turn

We’ve come so far together, haven’t we? Side by side, brothers-in-arms. Some otherworldly force brought us together, and now we part with heavy hearts.

You’re moving on. The force calls you to another mission. Though we hurt for losing you, we’ll keep on believing and keep on helping. We’ll heal the brokenhearted and mend their wounds. We’ll look after the orphans and widows.

Don’t turn out the lights when you go on. Keep your fire burning and we’ll keep our torches lit. We’ll be reunited once again, and hold on to every willing heart.

This goodbye’s a tough one. Let none go missing when the final count is made.

Dearest Rachel,

I’m beset by thoughts of a distant you. Your rich almond eyes speak deep and mysterious soul-truths. Your visage grips me. You are the fuel that feeds my fire and yet you consume me. My heart aches with longing for the next time I’ll see you.

I wait with the patience of a thousand ancient hills, and no hope is too distant. But these hills tremble with a deep, groaning shudder. My whole earth shakes under the burden of this heavy, hungry heart.

Be with me soon, my love.

One of the oldest love stories in written history. See Genesis 29:18-20 for context.