Ama me fideliter, fidem mean noto.

God, the silence kills me. The trudging through normality, through life of everyday, when all that I want is simple and one thing, and yet, not here. You must return, my love, for, you see, you've taken something that must be returned upon your going elsewhere. I thought I had something of yours, but looking now, it seems you've taken it back without my knowing. So, my dear, if you would be so kind as to give back what belongs to me, I would be much obliged. I know that no promises were made to be kept, of that I'm sure you made sure, but I know that you're a better man than this.