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Despite Victoria’s absence, her letters flowed in like the storms of winter. For months I read them and didn’t respond, unsure of what I could say to not harm our fragile relationship. Eventually I gave in and responded to her missives- my last link to the woman I loved so dearly. I moved to a small home of my own, not wanting to bother my parents with my state of affairs. My mother fretted about me constantly, knowing exactly what it took to surrender the one I cared for most to another man. I assured her I was fine, but in truth, wondered if I was. On top of the emotional turmoil that ravaged me every single day, the physical desires that screamed through my veins were enough to drive me mad. I had no outlet, but I wasn’t ready to share the bed of another. So I suppressed it, attempti
