The Journal of Michael O'Shane

My Eternal Lily and Dearest Lydia,

How I wish this Valentine’s Day brought us all together again, instead of separated by miles and mired in doubt over what the future might hold for all of us. As of right now, I am still in Tokyo and while being with you, mo shíorghrá Lily, has me far happier than an Irishman could have imagined, I miss you terribly, a stóirín Lydia. I can only hope tonight finds you away from danger and that the days are hastening toward your return.

My loves, I am not always the best person when it comes to expressing how I feel about you both, but you have given me joy and purpose, have made me feel more alive than I’ve felt in decades. I hope you both realize what you mean to me.

Mo shíorghrá, I bought you this:

It is the Celtic trinity symbol, without a beginning or an end. While I might remember very clearly how our love for one another began, I promise you it will know no end.

A stóirín, I purchased this for you:

I miss you, Lydia, and look forward to giving it to you when The Fates permit for us to be together again.

You both have my heart and it follows you wherever you go, both near and far. I love you both very much.

Sláinte,
Michael (Robin)