"I miss you, Huwa. I miss when we used to be so in love and you would come to me about any and everything no matter what it was. Big or small. You would tell me how your day went, I would play with you and just talk. Now, you want to do that with someone else, be free. I am not asking you not to but I miss you, I miss being the first person you think of sharing the story with. Yes, I sent you and empowered you but stilll, I am here. I miss you and I will always have your time.I love you Huwa. Truly. It's not about your sacrifices. I want your heart. I want you to tell me of your every worry, of your every thought and concern. I want to be the one you confide in, the first person you talk to about anything before anyone else. I want to be the last person you speak to before going to bed and the first upon waking up. I miss you, Huwa. I miss your heart. I love you, all of you. Tell me about you. Let's renew our love once more. I will help you." I was observing my quiet...