Dear Beloved, The chill of the trenches bites deep tonight, and though the world around me is filled with the sounds of war, my thoughts are far from this place. They are with you- with the warmth of our home, the laughter of our girls, and the gentle hum of life that I ache to return to. It is in those memories that I find my strength. I picture you by the window, perhaps mending something by the fire, the girls playing nearby. I can almost hear their giggles, see their bright eyes looking up at you. Tell them their father dreams of them every night, that he carries their smiles in his heart like a lantern in the dark. I miss the way they would run to me after work, their small arms wrapping around my legs, their joy so pure it could melt away any worry. Please tell Mother that her prayers are felt even here. I can almost hear her voice when the wind moves through the trees- steady, comforting, and full of faith. And my brother- hope he is keeping well and helping you as best he can. Let him know that I think of him often, and that I am proud of the man he has become. The days are long, and the nights longer still, but the thought of you keeps me going. When the world grows quiet for a moment, I close my eyes and imagine your hand in mine. I remember the softness of your voice, the way you would whisper that everything would be all right. I hold onto that promise, even here, even now. If fate is kind, I will return to you soon. Until then, know that every beat of my heart belongs to you. No distance, no war, no darkness can take that away. You are my home, my hope, my forever. With all my love, Your hus
so, the end is supposed to say; With all my love, Your husband; BUT- I thought I would make it more, idk, romantic and heartbreaking if I pretend he never finishes that letter ;-; I'M WEIRD Y'ALLL
