My dear,
You left today, gone to fight in the war.
"I'll be back,"
Smiling at me you left, waving like an idiot as you did so. I always hated when you did that, when you tried to look 'cool'.
"One day, kiddo, you'll join me too, don't you worry,"
I laughed.
You sound far too old, ancient even.
Can you see that we are nothing alike?
Even still, I'm proud of you, grateful for the things you have given me. You are my best friend, my partner in crime, my saviour. Admiting that though, would be foolish, crazy even.
Yes, all I hope, is that you will keep your promise.
All I hope is that one day, you will return.
You will return to me.
YOU ARE READING
The Old Lie
Fanfic"Dolce et decorum et pro patrina mori," In other words, propreganda. And perhaps in another sense; I wish it hadn't fooled you; I wish you were still here with me, eternally by my side.
