4/25/3022

 

 Dear One,

 

            I’m being moved again. I can’t write you letters anymore. I wish I had at least more time to write you this last one. It pains me beyond belief, the thought that I will now be completely separated from you. It was probably a clever deception on my part, but sometimes when I recieved your letters, I imagined I could still smell you on them. I can almost hear the sound of your pen against the paper, can practically see you bent over the table so that your nose almost brushes the words you’re writing. I miss you. With every bone in my body, I miss you.

God, I ing miss you so damn much, baby, and I’m gonna really ing lose my if they try to keep me away from you any longer.

Did that sound more like me? Are you now assured that it really is me who reads your letters lovingly and sends back replies without fail? Oh, darling, I wish I could do more for you. I can’t even send you a picture. My squadron lost the luxury of a camera several months ago. And now even postage is being taken from us.

Now you are being taken from me.

At least I make you laugh, even from thousands of miles away. There’s nothing more perfect than the sound of your laugh, angel, nothing more beautiful to my ears.

 

Out of time. I love you. Forever and ever and ever and I can never say for how long. Beyond eternity. Don’t suffer. Don’t wait if it hurts. Even if I’m not there to love you, I love you. But don’t hold your love for me.

Don’t hurt for me.

Don’t stop your life for me. Don’t write back, I won’t get it.

 

 

Meeting you was my sole purpose in this world, and I will be reborn again and again only for the sake of loving you endlessly.

 

            -The one who will always be yours.