When you truly love someone, the smallest gesture can hold great meaning. Just seeing the one you love after a long separation becomes akin to a papal audience. Not that she will act as if she is the pope, mind you, just that the chance once again to be with the one you love holds that kind of significance. And while no two people who love each other want to be separated, being apart is part of life. If you love her and respect her then you want what is best for her. And sometimes what is best for her -- heart, mind, soul and body -- is to do what she needs to do. For her health. For her sanity. For her mind and soul.
And is there any sweeter moment than the reuniting after such a separation? Can any other time compare with the second you see your love again? Does not your heart race at the sight of her, pound out of your chest as she draws near, and nearly explode when, once again, you can look into her eyes and hear her voice?
The heart, however, speaks in a language all of its own at such times, a language the tongue never will master. The heart can tell her what she means to you, how much you have missed her and how good it is to see her once again. But the words to convey such feelings elude the mouth. You will never be able to tell her with words what can best be told with a look, a touch, a kiss, a caress. So don't turn to words. Let her see, feel and sense just how much you love her and have missed her.
If you must speak at all, tell her that you love her and it is because of how much you love her that you know there are times when you must be parted. But that, in your heart, you never want her to be away from you, nor you from her.
I can't say if a woman wants to hear such things, but I do know my heart and mind want to speak them when I see my love again after any and every separation.
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