Bhí an ghrian ag taitneamh go geal thar na haillte.

The sun was shining brightly over the cliffs.

Shuigh Aoife ar an bhféar glas ag imeall na nAillte Mhothair.

Aoife sat on the green grass at the edge of the Cliffs of Moher.

An fharraige thíos, ag reabhadh agus ag bualadh i gcoinne na gcarraigeacha, rith fuaim na tonnta lena smaointe.

The sea below, ebbing and crashing against the rocks, carried the sound of the waves with her thoughts.

Níor cloisíodh ach fuaim na gaoithe agus an fharaige iontach mór thíos uaighdiúil.

Only the sound of the wind and the vast sea below, eerie and majestic, could be heard.

"A Liam, a chroí," thosaigh Aoife ag clóscríobh ar a ríomhaire glúine.

"Liam, my heart," Aoife began typing on her laptop.

Tá mé anseo, in áit ár ngnáthála, ag brionglóid faoi lá eile lenar chéile.

I am here, in our usual place, dreaming of another day together.

Tá na haillte seo chomh hálainn agus a bhí riamh.

These cliffs are as beautiful as ever.

Chuirfeadh siad osna faoisimh ort dá bhféadfá a bheith anseo liom.

They would make you sigh with relief if you could be here with me.

Ach in atmaisféar na samhraidh seo, mothaím uaim thú níos mó ná riamh.

But in this summer atmosphere, I miss you more than ever.

Bhí an t-éalú chuig na haillte mar áit scíthe di.

Escaping to the cliffs was her place of rest.

Ach i gcónaí bhí a hintinn ag dul ar ais go dtí Liam.

But her mind always wandered back to Liam.

Bhí sé in aice lámh agus in i bhfad, in sruthanna an Aigéin Chiúin, ag déanamh staidéir ar shaol corraitheach na mara.

He was both nearby and far away, in the streams of the Pacific Ocean, studying the thrilling life of the sea.

"A Liam, níl aon scéalta nua agam.

"Liam, I don't have any new stories.

Ní thiocfaidh feabhas orm gan an tacaíocht a aimsiú ionat.

I won't improve without finding support in you.

Féach, mothaím uaim thú." Scríobh na focail go mall, ag smaoineamh ar gach focal sula gcliceáil ar dhó scríobh.

Look, I miss you." She slowly wrote the words, thinking about each one before clicking to type.

Tá an-coladh orm gach oíche ag súil le do theachtairí.

Every night, I wait eagerly for your messages.

Níl a fhios agam conas a déanaimid é.

I don't know how we do it.

Tá an difríocht sa chrios ama ag cur isteach orm.

The time zone difference is unsettling.

Agus uaireanta, titeann mo dhíograis le haghaidh staidéir i bhfad uaim.

And sometimes, my enthusiasm for studying wanes far from you.

Bhí mé ag léim ar mhian leoighr, ag iarraidh gan cur as duit le mo gcruachás.

I have been fighting against a strong desire to avoid burdening you with my struggles.

"Ach inniu, tá rud éigin difriúil.

"But today, something is different.

Inniu, mothaím nach féidir liom bréag.

Today, I feel like I can't lie.

Tá mé buartha, a ghrá.

I'm worried, my love.

Tá eagla orm nach dtiocfaidh an lá sin nuair a bheidh mé in ann a bheith leat ansin san Astráil.

I'm afraid that the day may never come when I can be there with you in Australia.

Na staidéir... tá siad trom orm."

The studies... they are overwhelming."

Chuir sí a lámh ar a bhrollach, ag iarraidh faoiseamh a fháil ó na mothúcháin a bhí sa bhealach.

She placed her hand on her chest, seeking relief from the emotions that were in her way.

Bhí sí ag scríobh agus ag scriosadh an r-phost arís is arís eile.

She wrote and rewrote the email over and over again.

Bhí lorg lámh Liam á shíniú ar a cúram.

Liam's comforting touch was guiding her.

"Ach, caithfaidh mé a bheith macánta.

"But, I must be honest.

Ní féidir liom a bheith bréagach.

I can't lie.

Is tú mo sholas i ndorchadas.

You are my light in the darkness.

Agus chomh fada agus atá tú ann, beidh mé anseo.

And as long as you are there, I will be here.

Beidh mé ag fanacht ort, agus ag staidéar ar son ár dtodhchaí."

I will be waiting for you, and studying for our future."

Leis an r-phost scríofa, cliceáil Aoife ar "Send".

With the email written, Aoife clicked "Send."

Bhraith sí faoiseamh, agus éirithe iomlán óna huaigneas.

She felt relieved, completely freed from her loneliness.

Bhí sí sásta.

She was happy.

Bhí an t-ionracas de dhíth orthu beirt, agus bhí an t-ionracas aimsithe.

They both needed honesty, and honesty was found.

Dhún sí a ríomhaire glúine agus d'ardaigh sí a cuid súl go dtí an ghealach, ag dul ag éirí san fhionnuisce.

She closed her laptop and lifted her eyes to the moon, which was rising in the twilight.

Bhí sí ag tnúth le freagra Liam.

She was looking forward to Liam's response.

Bhí sí ar bís dul ar aghaidh, le hionchas nua ina chroí.

She was excited to move forward, with a new hope in her heart.