Letter 8013: I would be lying about my affection if I did not confess that your departure left a wound.
Ennodius to Aurelianus the priest.
I would be lying about my affection if I did not confess that your departure left a wound. When those we love leave, they take something with them that no letter can fully restore.
But I do not complain — not really. The God who brings friends together also separates them for reasons we cannot always see, and the faith that binds us survives every parting. What I miss in your presence I find, at least in part, in the knowledge that you pray for me as I pray for you.
Write to me when you are settled. Let the bond that distance has stretched be tightened again by the thread of correspondence. Farewell.
Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.
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