The letter inside the box

Dear love,
That ocean blue sky above me looks so mesmerizing today. It reminds me of that day when you looked at me for the first time at that train station.
A tired soldier walking back home after his first war saw peace in that chaotic station. I still remember you just sitting on the bench around the corner with a book in your hand as small strands of your caramel hair falling down your forehead making you more than beautiful.
Your sparkling beautiful blue eyes and your tanned skin shining on that Ray of sunlight made me feel that it's heaven that had fallen to the earth that day. It still makes my heart flutter.
I have never said you this but I have a picture of yours that I clicked that day and I carry it with me where ever I go, let me realize that I carry peace with me that can end the war in this world.
That day I couldn't hold my urge to talk to you knowing I may not be able to see you but see faith had something else in its plan. I walked in as you looked at me with amazement, I don't know did you felt the same as what I felt that day?  when our eyes met, I felt the entire universe inside your eyes.

Do you know every night when I am tired with the load of work I need to bear, I just take a sip of your favorite French wine and look at that bright moon trying to play hide and seek with those little stars twinkling like your beautiful eyes, like that day when you looked at me with peace as you hugged me tightly making me melt on that embrace of yours and made me submerge into that soft silk bedsheet under us.
Those precious memories of ours would be forever inside me so much so that I will take it to my grave and to heaven where I will tell God that next time if you create this beauty let it be mine forever.
I am counting days, to return to this beautiful garden of yours. Love is such a power, I can feel you in every letter I write, I find you in every breath I take, I feel blessed to sense your fragrance, and with every wine I sip I find your sweet taste even at the bitter after taste.
You gave purpose and meaning to this soulless life and went on a journey you would never return from. I don't want to leave this place but this cruel society tries to make fun of me. How do I put it into this world that I can't bear the responsibility all alone when I still need to be someone. But what can I do when I feel at fault if I run away from what I am supposed to do.
I still remember you said to me that "love, in life you can stop for a while and take your time to absorb what you are given to do but you can't run away from something that will hurt your loved ones even if you feel it's unfair." I still remember those beautiful words of your making me believe in the magic of this world and that mother nature created us with a purpose to fulfill.
You were always the moon to my empty sky, in every step of my life with hurdles to cross you took my hand into yours always assuring me that everything is ok. It may look dark for a while but walking out of it light will always wait.
You, my love, made me believe in faith and warmth and the love of a mother is greater than the love of the world. You made me believe that running away can only solve my internal dispute for a while but will return to destroy my world so I should go with it and fight so that it won't destroy anything and everything I possess.
You remember the poem you wrote to me on valentine's day

"Through the galaxy of prosperity
To the prophecy of the eternity
My love for you will be like those moon but the messenger will be those shooting stars landing right into your heart"

I framed it and kept it right in front of my bed to see you before I go into the slumber of my dreams holding your hands and feeling the warmth of eternity.
I won't be there for someday as work would be a lot but I promise you to get back in time to write down my prophecy of love for you. Till then rest well my love.
Your love, ANDREW

Andrew closed his envelope and attached a red rose under it the way he always used to do and gave a sweet little Peck on the bottom of letter so that his love Amaris would feel the warmth and sweetness of his lips as he placed the letter carefully on the box right next to a tombstone that read.
Amaris

1903-1944

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This small one-shot is the letter written by Christopher Andrew for his love Amaris who died during the time of world war 2nd due to cancer when Andrew was in the war.  They suffered for a long time for not able to show their love to the world and live happy life. But even if they were physically apart their love never died and Andrew continued his journey of writing letters to his love as he kept every letter inside the box where his love was buried.