Dies Saturni xvii October XXXIII

The sun is setting again and I am restless. Restless for death to part me from this life. Many a wrong have I done in my life, and many a wrong have been done to me. I long for my dear Germanicus. To be in his arms once again; to be loved – O, do I long for that. To feel the warmth of love; that feeling of completeness. I would give anything to have that back. Germanicus, my beloved, I am coming to you shortly. I know I am.