To the strong men in uniforms from their devoted wives back home
I wish you were here, mi amor.
Some days are especially difficult when you’re not here and today is one such day. I had a particularly tough day at work and all I could think about was coming back home to you. How I wished I could. How I wished I didn’t have to wait for three more months to see you again and hold you in my arms.
I wonder if women who can go back home to their husbands every day or have husbands who come back home to them every day know how truly blessed they are and appreciate it.
But I’m proud of you, my strong, brave man. I’m proud of your courage, your commitment, and your fierce patriotism. I’m proud that you’re a man who lives by his ethics and you have a strong sense of purpose.
I love you.
I can’t wait for you to come back and cover you in kisses. Go to the movies, share popcorn and hold your hand. Make love. Drive to the beach late evening and watch the waves and the sunset. Warm, golden candlelight dinners at that little French place we love. Wake up in your arms. Dance! Morning kisses. Midnight ice-cream run. Your ‘world-famous and exquisite’ bacon sandwiches for breakfast. Hugs. Hugs. More hugs.
Ah love, I can’t wait for you to come back!
I’ve never ended a letter without a happy memory and today all I could think about was our third date, in the very first month of our courtship as you like to call it. Remember how we got drenched in the rain and that terrifying bike ride back home and your million apologies and chicken soup? You rubbed my hair with a towel that day and you were so flustered the entire time and I was shy to the bone but I couldn’t help but grin at how adorable you were. And then you kissed me on the forehead. My heart melted. And so I looked up, and I kissed you. Our very first kiss. I had such violent butterflies following this perfect little kiss. It’s been six years since and honey, I still get them each time you kiss me.
And I can’t wait to get them again.
Come back to me soon, mi amor. I love you with every fibre of my being and you have my heart.