A nagging worry inserted itself as I snuggled back into my lover: what if it was my father? What if something else had happened?With a groan of defeat... I resigned myself to getting up as my phone went off downstairs, unable to ignore it anymore."Talon," I called out softly, rubbing his arm where it lay across my stomach. "I need to get up. My phone's been ringing for a while."Voice rough and sexy with sleep, he grumbled, "Just let it keep ringing, they can leave a message."I sighed. "I can't.. Ei je tor komla lebur moto buk, egulo ke bolbi mai. Ki, mone thakbe to? Bolbi je, mesho amar gude tomar bara dhukiye amay fatiye dao, ar amar mai choso. Ar hayn, tui jante chaichili ami puro barata insert korechi kina. Na re, aj bara ta tor guder bhitor puro ta dhokalam na. Tor gud ekhono amar bara ta puro puri gelbar janya toyri hoy ni re. Aah shreya, ki bhalo je lagchhe toke chudte. Tui jemon sundor, tor gudtao khub roshalo. Ei je amar barata tor gude dhukchhe ar berochhe, ar tui kepe kepe. This must be like those letters Thomas Jefferson wrote to that French chick. Or maybe Benjamin Franklin. I wondered if there was a direct quote in here. I whipped open my dictionary to be sure I understood everything he was saying.This was so much more thoughtful and personal than an email or IM. This was his way of saying we weren't getting divorced when I got back.The time and effort he put into creating this letter was far more valuable to me than any gift he could have purchased.And the. Pavel weeps openly at the memory of our short sojourn beneath the veil of stars and I can see the longing writ upon the Dane’s face. I fear that the temptation may prove too much if we remain near. With a strength of will I thought no longer possible, we sought an escape from the darkness of these endless caverns.I paused, glancing at the stone door that had defeated me through which the architect of the discovered journal had passed through. How long ago, I wondered. Likely years, perhaps.