Mar. 20, 1942
To My Everything,
I should hope you are feeling well now, do not fret about a late letter- your health is more important than my worrying.
Now I must oblige your wishes: you are the light of my life, I cannot begin to describe it. With each second that we are apart, I yearn for you deeper.
You envelope my thoughts when I rise in the morning and torture my soul as I am forced to drift to sleep without you by my side each night.
This revelation is evidently unprecedented, so much so that I do not know what to do with myself.
I read your letter before bed last night and found myself tossing fitfully until the sun shone in through the windows. My body ached and my mind was wracked with shame; I do not know what this means, Steven, but for you I shall try to learn.
With My Whole Heart,
James
YOU ARE READING
ALWAYS, JAMES
RomanceA true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him ☆ in which a soldier realizes he is in love with a friend after a war begins to be read in tandem with 'yours, steven' ★ installment 1 of 3...
