Dear Eliza,
I know how much love matters to you. I know how much you have longed for mine and I regret that I wasn't able to share in the same affection which your generous heart was kind enough to bestow upon me. I am hurting now. Hurting more than I ever hurt you. Please don't do this to me, Love. Don't break me like this. I am already broken at the loss of your love.
You don't look at me like you used to. You don't talk to me much. I have begun to feel that you don't want me anymore. Please prove me wrong.
Please, Eliza, I beg you. Call me Home.
With hope
Your husband,
William Ray
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