Dear John,
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…
Your love…
Nikki
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