Dearest,
I hate to see you write so blue. I understand these are hard times, but Hey - you've got me to come home to.
I try not to write about my loneliness without you, it's not good for your morale I suppose, which is already low enough (is that rude to say?). But it's the only thing troubling my mind. I thought that it will maybe get better with time, that I'd get used to your absence, but it's exactly the contrary. As time goes on I miss you more and more.
It's getting terribly cold here, I see a harsh winter coming. I'll have to secure myself wood. Do you think Mr. Watten (that cranky neighbour) would understand if I asked of him to borrow me some? He bought in excess this year.
On a lighter note, about your book - I've found just a perfect one. That'll be an early birthday gift for you. And I did find it at the antiques shop. It's an older pressing of one of your favourites - "Romeo and Juliet". It surprisingly wasn't quite pricey, but when I told the older gentleman working there about you being on the front line he proudly sold it to me for half the price! A true patriot I suppose, haha.
I heartily hope you'll enjoy it, even though I know you probably won't have the time. I also wrote you a little note on the first page, so tell me if you like it.
I guess that's all for now, I hope you're healthy, tell me if you're not though.
I hope to have you at home soon,
Love,
Rosie.
Xx
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Til Roses Do Us Part || ✔
Historical Fiction1914 The Great War had just begun and two British newlyweds exchange letters as the conflict escalates on the Western front; one of them on land, the other in the trenches. They share tenderness, compassion and comfort. [an epistolary novel]
