Let love and faithfulness never leave you;
bind them around your neck,
write them on the tablet of your heart.
I stared at where the wedding photo used to be, trying not to think of this as the last time I would sleep in this bed. The last time I would see this room. The last time I would sleep next to my wife. No, it wouldn't be the last time, because I would come back. That was the whole point of leaving, wasn't it?