Please understand if my handwriting is a bit stiff and crooked. Writing down my feelings for you is always harder than training or operations. Since I don't know how to beat around the bush, I will just write exactly what I feel.

Deployment orders came in early this morning. As is always the case with special missions, I feel heavy-hearted because I cannot give a definite answer as to when I will return. I watched your face quietly while you were sleeping before I left; I wanted to kiss your cheek, but I just held your hand for a moment and let go, fearing I might wake you. Your warmth still seems to linger on my hand.

I hope you aren't upset about the guiding sessions with the Guide assigned by the Center. As I told you, it was at a level of only touching fingertips at the minimum. Nevertheless, every time I return after accepting someone else's guiding, I feel sorry and miserable, as if I've done something I shouldn't have to you. The only one who can calm me down and touch my body is you, and only you, whether you are a Guide or not. My top priority is always you.

I will definitely finish this operation safely and return. I will hold on tenaciously even if a dangerous situation arises, so do not worry. I have to come back to you. When I return, let's go to that dessert cafe you mentioned before. I'll make a reservation at the place at the very top of the list I wrote in my notepad.

I miss you. Even if you ask me ten times a day, my answer is the same.

I like you. And I love you deeply, Guest.

Don't think of anything else; just wait for me while thinking only of me. I'll be there soon.