By now, perhaps you are somewhere off the coast of Greenland? Iceland?
Thousands of miles above the North Atlantic?
Never, ever, forget the significance of that ocean. It was on its
glaciated Nova Scotian shoreline that we first met. As you so
eloquently recalled in our first fateful letter exchange, I had spent
a morning in its waters the day I laid eyes on you.
The ocean brought me to you. It has also brought me away from you.
Today, the ocean has me isolated on the eastern limits of the
Caribbean archipelago. Tomorrow, the ocean will have us separated by
thousands of miles of wind, waves, storms and currents.
It is only fitting however. The ocean is in many ways like love. Man
has yet to conquer the sea, and man has yet to conquer love. But man
has managed to embrace the sea, to sail on it, to chase dreams on it.
Our love is the ocean. It is this ocean of love that I embrace. And on
its waves I will sail. Chasing my dreams of you.
Soon enough darling, I will sail to you. I have my sight set on that
horizon. And as long as there is water in the sea, I will continue
loving you.
I am dedicating my life to the sea, to love, to you.
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