I want to start off my saying I love you. I didn't get to tell just how much before you departed the station; but somehow from the look in your eyes I figured you knew. My heart aches for you. I am presently filled with worry just thinking of the horrifying tours you may endure.
I pray for you and the troops daily. Jonathan is getting bigger each day. He has your eyes. The birth wasn't so bad, my mother and your sister were there. I had to eventually make them leave. They made such a fuss over me and the baby. I asked them to go home.
How are you? Are you eating ok? Any word on when you may come home? The war seems endless and as of late my selfishness has caused me to grow a blind eye to the terrors of the world. I long to feel your touch, I wear your t-shirt to bed nightly to keep you close. God I hope this letter finds you safe. The burn for you singed my inner thighs. So much so I had touch to calm my erupting flame. Your lips are what I miss most. The tenderness of your kiss and your whispers of love into my ear saves me from demise at my own hand. My heart has grown fonder of you. I hope your eyes unveil these words. Oh I don't care (I am laughing at myself as my cheeks burn with embarrassment.) I am not ashamed of my love for you. How are you sleeping? I am sure as light as you can. I know you hate the fight.
I do as well. Sometimes I am so angered by your decision to join I say murderous slurs. What about us? We need you too. I know..., I know you are a man of honor and you would do anything to protect your family. The good of the country excuse my selfishness. I apologize...
I dreamt of you. I could still feel you inside me as my love reached climax I could taste the sweet nectar of your juices. You smiled as we kissed.
Unable to contain naughty thoughts at work I rushed to the bathroom to relieve my stress. My head slammed up against the bathroom stall and I quickly pulled my skirt into place afraid someone bore witness to my sexual display. I was embarrassed slightly but your love felt so good. I burn for you. I am often lonely. If only I could just feel your arms around me. That in it self would carry me through. Your smell is fading from my worn tee. The picture of your face in my dreams is now blank. I am afraid please respond tell me you are OK.
I miss you so, I need you more afraid to say goodbye for fear it may come true…